A Mad Obsession [open]|Warning: Dark, horror

[Loo]

The twins loved the same girl. They were sixteen, she seventeen. They were murderous psychopaths, she a wearied straggler on the streets, abandoned by her family.

They were upset that she should take underground jobs, let those dirty men touch her in exchange for a few bills, and be completely wasted all the time. They would hunt down those men, impale them from their groins upward, and giggle as the body twitched when they jiggled knives into his brain.

The twins, the girl, were all creatures of the night. And the twins were currently following her, admiring her beauty, though tired it was. They would stalk her, like they have been for the past few nights, and it would be soon that they would take her for themselves, to protect her, they assumed, and to express their love for her.

She would soon be theirs, and all other people that dared bother her would soon be dead.

((A twisted love story between the twins and the girl: I'll play the twins--they will have a name, and I'm giving the girl to whomever wishes to join. Name her as you wish, describe her as you wish, just make sure she fits the description of her state.))

[Lady Death Blossom]

((make sure you put profiles for your girls))


Name: Esperanza Gonzales
Age: 17




When was the last time she had seen her mother? Thats right... when she had been thirteen years old. She had gotten pregnant. She had been doing the job she had gotten, then her manager took her in the back room... that's right. Her mother had called her liar... she had thrown the girl out. Thats what had happened. Why was she remembering this? What had happened to her prefect, wondrous high? She rubbed her forehead gently. It felt like her brain might explode. She shuddered, feeling the urge to vomit but fighting it back. Why in the world was she remembering her mother? That bitch hadn't spoken to her since that time. That time Essy had been beaten pretty badly... That time...

She groaned softly and made a dash for the bathroom. Inside retching noises could be heard. Then a soft moaning, then the shower starting. The head of her room mate in this messy, god for saken apartment poked her head out of the bed room. She was also extremely hung over from what ever drug it had been that they Had done last night. Had the two of them had sex last night? Neither could quite remember.

Essy sighed, it felt much better, under this water. The feeling of it running along her soft, pale skin. She closed her ocean blue eyes. Was she supposed to go to school today? Wait... when was the last time she had been to school? Last week? Last month? Last year? no... it had been the day before she left her mother's house... Three days before her miscarrige....

Half an hour later she exited the shower. She moved down the hallway, supporting herself on the walls. She dropped her towel to the floor and found her sleaziest outfit. She gently lay it over a chair and fell into bed.

Around seven pm she awoke. She groaned and sat up. What had she been about to do? oh yes, get dressed. She pulled on the blood red thong, black shirt skirt, red bra, long sleeve fishnet shirt, thigh high stockings and some clicky black heels. She then proceeded to put on her make up. It easily got rid of the dark circles under her eyes. She looked healthy again, rather than the sick of drug use. She leaned back from the grubby mirror. She was beautiful, extremely so. She made any man get hard with just a glance int their direction and any woman cream their jeans with just a smile. She flicked dark hair over her shoulder, picked up a brush and combed out the knots. In moment the long, silky locks flowed over sher shoulder. With a nod she headed out, murmuring a good bye the the room mate who had already gone out.

She headed down town, through an alley, and in the back of a night club where she was bar tending. Of course she would only be for so long before someone would buy her body. She stood behind the counter, serving early customers.

[Loo]

((Yes, yes ^^; I meant the first post as an introduction.))

Name: Nozomi and Mikage
Age: 16


The twins had seen her go in the poor apartment that night. They waited, as well, whispering to each other of how beautiful she was when making love in her drunken high. They gave her no moment of privacy whatsoever, their red eyes gleaming as they gazed in lovingly from the window. They burned with jealousy of the grubby, undeserving wretch, and they planned to kill her when she left the beauty's room.

The twins were of Japanese descent, but they have moved about so many times that they can no longer distinguish the difference of one language from another, and sometimes the wrong language would enter in conversations with other people. Not that they talked to other people much. The duo were very introverted, their attentions all lavished almost incestually on each other. That was no longer the case, though. Their unhealthy obsessions were directed to their victim, a girl whom they would harm and touch lovingly, but never dare kill.

Nobody knew of the two's past, besides what they can visually see; all the people in the dark businesses wanted, however, was their elite skills as assassins. And they would give it willingly, for a small price and the joy to wet their fingers in the sticky blood of somebody allowed to die. They allowed themselves to be called Nozomi and Mikage, though nobody knew which was which, and they would only call each other by the name of "Sister."

And they hissed this name rapidly to each other now, whispering and silently giggling as they watched the lovely lady stagger from her bed and inch to her bathroom.

"See how lovely she is, Sister," one whispered, the other giggling in agreement.

"Her eyes, her grace: She is very lovely, Sister," the other agreed in the same whisper.

"But the whore, Sister..." One's voice sounded annoyed, and the other immediately took the same expression.

"Yes, Sister. The whore. We should get rid of her..."

The other nodded in agreement. They thought they were speaking Japanese, but words of other languages mingled and were tossed into their speech. They all but clung to each other, whispering close to the other's ear, though their eyes were turned to one direction: The window.

"We need to kill her, Sister." Their eyes both grew wide, and they simultaneously giggled with delight.

"We can kill her, Sister," The other one agreed excitedly after their giggle.

And so they took her; they waited all the hours, until the roommate appeared, first. It was but a quick strangle, and they had her unconscious. The first of the two quickly dragged her into an alley, the other watching from behind the corner as Love headed down another one.

"Sister," The first one called from behind the alley. The second twin trotted down happily, a metal stake sliding down her kimono sleeve.

The first one slapped the poor girl awake, and after they had gagged her, the poor thing was forced to endure a slow, horrible death, that she was in more pieces before she was actually dead. The initial screams were muffled, but the twins' constant giggling wasn't.

"That was fun, right Sister?" One of them giggled, after they had changed and cleaned.

"It was, Sister," The other agreed. She wasn't as happy, though. "But we can't allow it to happen any more. Love is ours, and ours only."

The other nodded, her countenance growing somber. "Yes, Sister. We shall take Love. Tonight."

The two grinned at each other, and they held hands as they went down the alley to the bar the lady worked at.

[Lady Death Blossom]

Esperanza meant hope. She had been her mother's last child, her mother's last hope. And look at where she was now. She had failed her mother miserably. Failed hope. Her name was an oxymoron now. It didn't fit the girl to which it belonged. Esperanza. A Spanish name, a beautiful name, for a beautiful girl who had lost everything.

She did not know that she had lost a room mate for the third time in the past two months. She had hoped, truly hoped, as her name seemed to suggest, that this one might last. Humans do not like to be alone. They are social creatures. They have a constant need for other's. for contact. Esperanza was the most needing of them all. She needed her other half, as she called it. She needed that other person who would complete her. The person who would always stay and love her no matter her crime.

She had no idea that such a person existed... or rather, two people. These were two girls, young twins, only a year younger than she in age. She had no idea of their infatuation with her body, with her mind, with the appearances she took on when making love, when smiling, when concentrating really hard.

She only knew that now, in front of her was a likely customer. He was a handsome man. He had black hair and chocolate colored eyes. His skin was tan. He was a Hispanic man. Like Esperanza. But her pale beauty was intoxicating to him, as it had been to every other man. A young, pale, sickly, beautiful raven whose wings had been long ago clipped. Easy prey, delicious meat.

She smiled at him and poured his drink, leaned forward as she set the glass in front of him, in order to draw his eye to her ample cleavage. His eyes did move to where she directed it, and she caught a momentary flash of her body in chains, tears in her eyes, pain and pleasure mixed, then the image was gone. She had a short notion that this was something the man had been thinking, but soon cast it aside. She attributed it to the drugs. This had been happening a lot lately, and the weird thing was she was normally right about her customer's thoughts. Her white teeth flashed again and she went to serve another costume. Moments later the Hispanic, handsome man dragged her onto the dance floor. He whispered words in their language, in Spanish, into her ear. Things that could never be repeated, but also words she loved to hear... money.

She giggled and danced with him, dirty movements that should not have been on public display. Soon she was dragged up stairs, into the rooms prepared for just this purpose.

She felt her hands being bound, a knife sliding against her skin. The net shirt she had been wearing, the red bra, the were cut, her bosom fell out of their constraints. She flushed and looked away. His knife slid down her stomach, a slim line of blood prickling forth. She could feel his tongue licking it away. She closed her eyes. It hurt... it felt good. She wanted to cry she wanted to moan. She kept silent. His knife made short work of her skirt. She looked down at him, he smirked thrust her down, onto the bed. He then stood before her. Her large eyes looked into his, and again she saw what he wanted. She knew what this implied, and she would willingly do it. This man would pay her well if she was a 'good girl'.

[Loo]

The twins followed the poor raven as if she were a forebringer of death, a proper analogy as associated in Old English literature. And it was true, too; every person she had established a relationship with would die. Simply said.

Only tonight, Death was impatient. The twins watched from the doorway first, from the glass panes, as the Spanish beauty worked her magic on the ethnic man, casting a spell to enthrall him. They watched with sick adoration her fluid movements, her hourglass body, her smiling face and shimmering blue eyes. The two serial killers were in love, but they again did not approve that she should waste her beauty and attention on an undeserving man. It upset them when the man led her away, up the stairs. The duo had stalked her long enough to know what would happen next.

"We can't let this happen anymore, Sister," One, Mikage, hissed agitatedly to her twin.

"Don't worry, Sister," The other, Nozomi, soothed. Determination glinted in her demonly red eyes. "We shall take her for ourselves tonight, just as we promised to each other."

Mikage was assured by this, and she reached into her twin's sleeve, drawing out an automatic from the ample pocket. Nozomi pulled a dagger from her sister's sleeve, sliding it into her hand and wrapping the hilt with a cloth so that the blade laid flat against her palm, without her having to hold it. It was almost hidden, even.

Then the two looked to each other, like faces meeting, and exchanged a deep kiss.

"I love you, Sister," One said simply, smiling. The other smiled back.

"I love you, too, Sister," was the other's reply.

Then, the two leaped into the store, and before the bouncer could protest, Nozomi had slit his throat, and was gliding up the stairs like some demon spirit.

Mikage followed her sister, but stopped in front of the stairs, turning around to spray bullets all around the inside of the bar, giggling delightedly as she cradled the automatic.

Nozomi stopped at the top of the steps, closing her eyes once to enjoy the sounds of chaos and shrill screams from downstairs. It pleased her. But she had to get to her mission, to rescue Love.

The pale-haired Japanese worked quickly and efficiently, opening rooms to search for her. Any occupants she came across were killed in the act of their sex, some silently, some with a sigh, and others with a shriek that could be mistakenly described as orgasmic.

Then, finally, she came across the room the raven was in, the dirty man looming over her form as he felt along her body in foreplay. Nozomi wasted no time. She leaped on the man's back, and before he could turn his head, she had slid the blade into his back, impaling him through. Blood splashed on Love, and though the twin regretted it slightly, it still looked very nice on her. Attractive.

But she needed to clean up the body. The man wasn't quite dead yet, twitching and frothing, and the demon girl dragged the large frame off of her love, and proceeded to mutilate the form before her eyes. She loved the scent that filled the air, the heavy perfume of blood and sex. But not as much as she loved the lady.

She ended the session earlier than she would regularly, eager to take her prize. The younger girl turned to the slightly older, a disarming smile on her face, though blood-splattered her cheek was. She was genuinely pleased, gazing adoringly at the fallen bird.

"Finally," She whispered, moving slightly closer. The noise had finally stopped from downstairs, where Mikage completed the massacre and now awaited her sister's return.

[Lady Death Blossom]

She was worried, the sounds from down stairs. Should that be all right, those noises? Or was she high again? Was she just imagining those sounds? Se had to be. So she went along, her body reacting to his movements. Then, suddenly, eh stopped. Suddenly the door was opened. Suddenly she was splattered with blood. She stared wide eyed at the pale girl who stabbed the man. She cut him to pieces while he was living still. Esperanza screamed. She shrieked, she cried out. Tears spilled from her eyes. Her screams became silent, her mouth was opened but no sound was made.

Despair... Despair... Despair...

She shuddered and stared the the woman. Blood splattered her unearthly face. What a beautiful, lovely, evil face. Those words, what did they mean? She could not understand the language she used. She backed up, against the wall. She drew her knees to her ample chest. She whispered "Please... please don't hurt me. Please don't kill me.... I'll do anything... please." Her words came out as sobs. She was shivering, shaking. She felt so sick. So much death. It permeated the air. She hid her face against her knees, awaiting her doom.

[Loo]

Nozomi stared at the poor raven, her features softening as the other panicked, slight confusion wrinkling her brow. Had she not known that they came to rescue her, to take her away and take care of her?

The twin approached the despairing girl, the beauty that she had fallen in love with, and touched her arm with the hand that concealed no weapon. The language registered in her mind, but again, she couldn't put a difference between it and every other she knew. It all sounded the same.

But her tear-stained face was stunningly beautiful, all the more up close, and the silver-haired Japanese knew that she could no longer wait to take her. The hand on her arm suddenly turned to a grip, and she was tugging at her, forcing her to her feet.

"Let us leave here, Love," she murmured, her voice almost a light purr. "Let us go somewhere where you'll never be violated by others again...."

[Lady Death Blossom]

She didn't really understand. She caught snatches of words. Love, leave, violated.... Her lower lip quivered as she allowed herself to be dragged to her feet. She found she was a couple inches taller than the silvery haired girl. She took slow steps but followed obediently. What else could she do? She felt shaky, her body still hot, on the high it had been just a few moments before.

She shook with the fear that what ever was happening it wasn't good. She came down the stairs to find every human being in the room dead. They were shot, mangled, body parts severed and torn into pieces. Her eyes grew wide, she fell to her knees, luckily she had come all the way down the stairs before she did so. "Why...?" she asked no one in particular. "Why...? What did they do to you?" she turned large, deep ocean blue eyes on the girl. She found there was two of them. Mirror images. Demonic yet adoring eyes roamed over her tears streaked face. Esperanza brought a hand up, trying to wipe away the tears that would not stop. She must be ugly by now, her eyes rimmed with read and her nose looking like a clowns, most probably. No one looked truly beautiful when they cried.

[Loo]

Nozomi led her Love down the stairs, pleased by how she followed numbly, that she would put no fight against her. The wrist that she gripped lightly was still warm, and she was reluctant to let go when the raven fell to her knees, overcome by the mess in the bar. Mikage joined her sister's side, taking her hand and eagerly eyeing their prize. Even in her grief, she was beautiful, down on her knees and crying uncontrollably.

"She is flawless no matter what she does, Sister," Mikage murmured, pleased, to her twin.

"We would not love her otherwise," Nozomi agreed. They stared at her glittering, tear-streaked cheeks, her white skin, her red-rimmed eyes, and they still agreed that she was still peerless in her grace and beauty.

Then, she spoke, and the two understood. They stared, smiling, as she finally met their red eyes. Their thoughts were as one, envisioning her to be queenly, stained in the blood of all that oppose her, the two’s weapons flashing at her command. Then, the thought was gone, and they saw her as she was now, a poor girl, fallen from grace, but she still held a dignity to them that they could not deny.

After holding their adoring gaze for a moment longer, they approached her sides, reaching out with their hands to touch her, to feel out her skin and touch their lips to her jaw, to her side, to her neck. Their movements were gentle, revering, and all the while whispering quietly to her, to each other, to themselves.

“So beautiful...”

“Yet so sad...”

“We shall take her, Sister...”

“We killed for you...”

“We’ve waited so long, right Sister?”

“We shall kill more for you...”

“We shall love you...”

“We shall love you...”

“Only you.” The last was said in unison, and they spoke no more.

Their caressing ended, as they both froze, hearing a far-away movement almost ahead of time. Somebody had reported the massacre at the bar, and the police, though still far off, were on their way. Wasting no time, the twins lifted their love to her feet, both surprisingly strong for such slight frame.

“To where it is haunted, Sister?” One asked from the Spanish beauty’s side.

“Of course, Sister,” The other replied from her other side.

Then, they whisked her away, escaping silently, efficiently, as if they were both used to the situation. To the old, abandoned church, with an equally unkempt graveyard around it.

[Lady Death Blossom]

She was shocked, to say the least. Their fingers were gentle, caressing, loving even. She sighed softly, the tears seemed to stop. They had killed for her? They had taken the lives of all those who had ever touched her? Of all those who had ever done anything to her body, to those she had lived with? A tiny pieces of her was afraid, was disgusted, but the rest, most of her being was oddly amused and thankful and she wondered if they would kill again, for her sake. The tiniest of smirks came over her lips. The sirens. She turned her head and looked out the grubby windows. They would have to hurry.

She allowed her self to be brought away. She followed willingly, eagerly, curiously. She might have been afraid in such a situation, but somehow she didn't feel like a hostage. She felt more free than at any other time she had ever felt so. For the first time in her life she felt her name, she understood it. Esperanza. Oh she had not failed her mother, not yet. In fact... The thought trailed off as they came to an old church.

It was macabre but beautiful all at once. Above a raven squawked at her. Its beautiful, ugly mouth opened in that ungainly position and making a noise that was akin to finger nails scraping across the blackboard. She smiled, oddly enough she liked that sound. It was like song in her ears. She wanted to reach out and touch the bird but if flew away. Esperanza smiled and allowed herself to be lead into the church.

(?)With in was just as unkempt, just as ugly as the outside. But Esperanza saw it's inner beauty. She could imagine it in all it's glory back in the day, and she had a sudden desire to clean it up, to wash the stains from the floor, to wash the dirt from the windows. She turned and looked at the two girls. Suddenly they were no longer demons but two small angels who had come to free her from the hell that she had not realized was her life.

Another small smile graced her ruby lips and she spoke. her voice was calm, level, precise. "You killed for me any times, correct?" She knew the answer and so continued "I wonder, would you kill for me again? If you really loved me, would you?" She asked, holding out her hands to the girl's. She hoped she would not have offended them. But then, the only other alternative to this was death... so she didn't really care the outcome.

[Loo]

The twins noted the change in her posture, her stature as she regained herself, and they were pleased that she had risen.

They watched eagerly, as she examined the old church, the place large and once magnificent, but now degraded and masked with dust and grime. It would have probably housed many priests before, though the room they directly entered was a mass-hall, the floor decorated in shades of gray and brown where it would have been brilliantly colored.

The two gazed directly at her face as she spoke, wonderment in their red eyes. She stood tall, calm, queenly. They acknowledged her initial question with silence, for they felt it was more of a statement. Then, they heard her actual question, a given more in their case. The twins widened their eyes as she asked for their hand in murder, and the two immediately rushed forward, taking an outstretched hand each and kneeling to kiss its delicate knuckles, to press their forehead to it.

"We truly love you..." One murmured, revering her beauty and grace, and now her strength.

"We would kill again and again for you..." The other murmured, enraptured as well.

"....We would kill everybody against you, even if it were the whole world, even if it were any and every God named..." The two pledged together, their two hands gripping the one they held each, their gleaming eyes gazing up at her face adoringly, obsessively.

[Lady Death Blossom]

Esperanza had been right. They were so completely devoted to her that they would kill. She found this oddly satisfying. A bit of her seemed to want to go back to her old, horrid life. But the rest of her was wiling to embrace this odd turn of fate. She would use these girls to her advantage. She leaned down and gently kissed the tops of their heads. She had not understood everything but she got the gist of it. "Good, I will hold you to that." She could imagine herself as a goddess. She could imagine herself at the top of the crime world. She would get so high, so lovely and she would go back to her mother and then slowly kill the wretched woman who had been the means of her destruction.

She moved to the altar in the front of the room. A desecrated Jesus stared down at her, urging to her to turn back and become a good girl. His eyes seemed to beg her to turn back and try a different life. She held up her middle finger in his direction. "Damn you!" Jesus seemed to be disappointed. She smirked at him. "You abandoned me and now I will abandon you!" She laughed lightly, and looked around the place. Surely there was something better. Maybe there was a secret under ground tunnel of comfort.

"What are you called? I don't want to keep calling my angels 'you." She seemed to have adopted a soft, motherly tone for the two girls. She would never turn back to her old life. Starting tomorrow she would see if they could train her in some sort of weapon. Maybe some sort of deadly needle tool. She would visit a library and learn about poisons. She had her whole life planned now and it was based on these two little saviors. She held them to her, in a sort of hug.