murder

There had been whispers in the criminal circles that had eventually made there way to Vapor, whispers about a child creature who apparently was very adept at making mischief. One could say that this child had exploits that might even rival some of its' own, though this was not so as the smoke...

<center><div style="width: 75%;border:0px;padding:15px;text-align:justify;"><img src="http://i.imgur.com/px2931x.jpg" style="width:125px;height:125px;border:8px solid #cc9900;margin:0px 10px 0px 0px;float:left;"> Jett Lavelle committed a series of various, hilarious (to him), and intense crimes...

@Zeronos This had all been easy to set up. Surprisingly so, perhaps just too tempting. There was going to be a catch somewhere here, he could feel it, but he was taking advantage anyway. This person deserved hurting, and Milo wanted to be the one holding the knife. Everything perfect and gift...

@Zeronos Klaus tapped his claws on his thigh and flicked his tail. This little deal was fucking boring, and he'd said so out loud around five times now. It hadn't made anything less dull, but it sure made everyone else uncomfortable, which was always nice. It was a transaction, as well as...

It was written all over history: in order for civilization to progress, the strong needed to rule over the weak. There were great leaders like Alexander the Great, Genghis Khan and Julius Caesar who were born into greatness and shone above the rest, destined to shape the world around them, but...

warnings: it's dark and violent. nothing too detailed since it's sfw but it's dark 10PM, Underground, Building 34b Michael had gotten into the habit of only texting Damon times, dates and locations. It was difficult to manage but he couldn't work around the fact that Damon's phone was...

“Your boyfriend will be dead by tomorrow morning.” Clarence woke up quietly, but in a cold sweat, limbs tangled in his sheets. He stared emptily at the ceiling and breathed deeply. Ice crept up his fingertips, quiet but dangerous, and his twin’s face swam in front of his vision. Then blood. His...

@"ReD" Ekaterina Dmitrievna Kalinina At around two in the afternoon, restless came over her as she poured over samples of lung tissue. No matter how many times she looked at her work that day, the woman found that her mind was wandering away. Setting aside her materials, she decided to go for...

He was back here again. What the hell was the name of this nightclub? Gemmorah? He didn't remember walking back, but he must have, because he was standing outside the door. He was still damp from the lake, a little bit of seaweed tangled into his dark hair, but his clothes were dry...

He couldn't do it. Lochlann Cabyll-Ushtey was laying on his back, on a secluded section of the lake. He chose the spot because it had the best view of the stars. He'd always thought they were beautiful, although the only thing he could think of that was more beautiful was the image of the...