#i've never come across a human corpse but i did find a dead cat on the road the other day and offered a prayer

[darckcarnival]

I know you aren't a fanfic writter

or maybe you are but

Can you do a drabble of Darck with the prompt 'Oh Death', like the song oh death?

Ask an ye shall receive.

I've not written fanfic in years, as life is hard, and roleplay is wild. But I can happily do this for you.

Yes, people may reblog this should they wish.

WARNING: Depressing topics, blood, gore, many mentions of death, violence, heart break, not beta read we die like heathens. Also incredibly long and just random glimpses into random events. I apologize for this mess, I just word vomited.

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MMMMmmmmmMMMmmm... mmmmMMMMMmmmmm...

Eternity and death, hand in hand, so cold and always there. No one escapes one nor the other. Not even creatures destined to wander the world unaging- even they can feel the looming dread of the swinging sword of Damocles, like a ticking clock, waiting to take even the most ancient heads. Or the most powerful, or rich, the poor...

Oh Death...

It comes for all. And the brunette was no exception. Hard to kill? Yes, sure. Durable, fast, powerful, and oh so very clever. But over the years had become more self destructive, taking risks in order to keep others out of danger. It what had placed the half vampire in this position she found herself in now. Having gotten wind of a facility somewhere situated in the middle of nowhere Arizona. Tore through the security personnel, their ranks decimated. Bringing death in the never ending cycle, for some sort of greater good of this world. Bringing wrath upon those that create horrifying impersonations of real things, or to unleash the worst of the worst upon the world.

Oh Death...

At the base, the power was disabled. Self destruct initiated... But Darck had been weakened, sickened. Movements sluggish and time less than expected... The explosion had been absolute. Firey, destructive, stone and concrete collapsing. The woman herself barely dragging her broken body across the cold stone once above ground, fingers digging into dirty and sand as she left behind a trail of crimson, staining the earth that lay charred and burning behind her. In this moment, moments flashed before the woman's eyes. Glimpses of her life till now, comparing. Just how lonely and cold this existence was, body thumping onto the earth.

Ooohh Death. Won't you spare me over another year-

How many years had gone by since that fateful day? So very long ago. A small night, no one would expect. A singular child too far from home, wild in spirit and uncontrolled. But so full of frustration from the situation at home. Too much noise, too much cigarette smoke, too many drunks. Always with the sports get together. Even if mother truly did love and care, the one remaining brother protective- nothing mattered when too many fools were in one confined space.

It's what started this cycle of endless death. Too foolish of a kid to be wise. Reckless, wild, free. Just a 13 year old armed with a simple machete to cut away bushes and grass. Raised on the wild, to respect the hunt and how to survive out in the world with only her two hands. But nothing could prepare someone so young, so steeped in respecting of life, of what could come from the dead.

The cold grew, the panic began. Seeing the corpses in the woods, stood and walking. In perfectly formation of patrol. And looking for the lone living human, who cut her way through the wilderness. Heart beat pounding wildly within her tiny rib cage. Voice having long since run away, trying to keep quiet between every panting breath. But it was futile. One lone child could do nothing against the puppets of death, with their master tugging the strings so close. Finding this a fun game of cat and mouse. No matter how many skulls were cracked, or how many knees removed, Darck couldn't escape. This was where she would die. Alone. And to be cornered in this clearing, surrounded by rotten corpses like a fence of dead flesh, with the man who controlled them stood dead center. Laughing. Taunting. Fangs bared, monstrous mocking. Vampire he'd claimed, or something like it. Nothing like the movies or story books. So much worse.

Well what is this that I can't see?!

Grabbed, lifted, offered and toyed with. Fighting back. It was nothing more than a rag doll or little cub, fighting back against the impossible beast. Even as she screamed out at the top of her lungs, no one came. Alone. Alone. Alone. What could anyone do? She realized too late, nothing. Anyone she loved or knew, would just become like those here. It was a walking grave in waiting.

With ice cold hands taking hold of me...

Just 13, did she fight back. Doing anything she could. Crying, terrified, but refusing to give in. Swinging her weapon with suddenly found strength to damage the monsters face that held her up. And it was the final nail within the proverbial coffin to sweep her life away. Tiny body thrown with rage. Hitting a pine tree enough to jostle her head, knock the wind from her lungs, dazed, stunned. The memory and agony that followed was still crystal clear. Monster ripped the weapon free, used it on her, and cleaved right into the hip and gut with one singular swing of strength. Embedded within her form and the trunk behind, pinned in place as the blade ripped into her spinal chord. Pain taking the voice away and panic setting in. She couldn't feel anything, everything was falling apart. Blood stained the earth, moonlight shined above, and so very far away, lights flickered of the tiny town and the houses she'd left the safety of... Home so far away, never to be returned again.

It was then the one that turned her came. Enraged at such acts blatantly that endanger their society as a people. An older vampire, ancient blood. Tore through that fiend like he was nothing, and reduced the corpses into ash and clothes. Nothing left but the blood on rocks and grass. Darck felt her eye's beginning to blur, darkness closing in. The body going cold. Death waiting at the proverbial gates...

When the offer was made. This ancient being knelt before the little figure, hand out, and made the offer, a chance, to be reborn again. Not die here so young and without meaning. To become a predator of the night, and ensure such filth like what had taken her chance of life away, wouldn't be able to do it again.

Oh death, please consider my age Please don't take me at this stage...

She'd accepted. The start of eternity and a repeating cycle. A soul in pain, heart on her sleeve, but will power and urge to protect never burning out. Bitten, and turned, into something that walks both life and death on the razor thin edge. Halfling, meant to be in both world. But also meant to be a fighter, to be under a thumb, under control... A control she regularly couldn't be grabbed by. Refusing to be a tool, and refusing to be alone again...

The years ticked on slowly, growing, learning, advancing. Gaining power and skill. Perhaps, it had been the urge to impress, be accepted, find some sort of affection that had the young vampiress seeking to please the sire back then. Get better. And ignore her trauma, no matter how much she missed her family, what was left of it. A mother left grieving for the lost daughter, only remaining older brother weeping for a lost sister. No closure, only grief. They can never know for their own safety.

A world of monsters, haunts, undead, supernatural, just waiting under the veil of this world, hanging by a thread. Those lines however, would blur more and more over the years...

MMMMmmmmmmMMMMmmmmm...

However, she still ran honorable work for her sire and his contacts. To keep things in check, under wraps. Like a well trained assassin or soldier, even so young. And over these years, she had still made a few friends here and there! People to remember, to laugh with, spend time with now and then. Never for too long, as her Master wished to keep such an asset close. Yet still she had found comfort and contact with these she had met. Much like found family... Never to replace what had been lost, but filled the void left behind all the same.

When god is gone, and the devil takes hold- Who will have mercy on your soul...?

And that's what had led her to push too hard, for her power, the control, over anything she could. Further than any half breed ever should go. To impress her Sire, and use the strength for new friends... It trapped the woman within the shadows. 1998, beginning of July. The summer heat suddenly gone, the light drowned away. And Darck incapable of reaching out or connecting with anything, anyone. Alone. Banging upon the edges of the darkness, that realm within every shadow just underneath reality, watching the world go by unawares. Like a prison of death of the mind and spirit.

Oooohh Death...

Forced the young woman's hand, just 19, nearly 20. Learn the shadows best as possible. Interact via the darkest corners. She could move items, in and out. Small ones. Try and leave things behind. Even try and block a door or stairs, perhaps lock something, unlock another. The darkness always encroaching...

Ooh OH Death

She watched, horrified, at what monsters were made behind closed doors. The dead walking, but no puppeting, no master. Just hunger, just rot. And other monsters came in their wake. A nightmare made real once again, like reliving the same night over and over again. Every spiraled so far out of control. And Darck was left powerless, could do nothing. But watch. Pray. And help those select few survivors she had found, however she could.

Oh, oh~ Death~

For several months did she remain trapped. Slowly feeling her mind unraveling. Getting desperate. Perhaps able to escape briefly for short stints of time, only to be dragged right back in. Like she was dying over and over again. Watching the survivors go through hell more than once, and entire city falling into the nightmare hellscape right out of a movie. And the fear within Darck began to numb. Forcefully traumatized beyond her limits, until she no longer feared the dead. Instead popping between shadows, darkness, where she could. To try and help. Leave behind items to be found, block things off, anything. Only barely capable of using typewriters to communicate.

Anyone would think they had gone mad. And it mattered not... Darck did everything she could. The city gone, time passed, December came. Island blown up, the cold unfelt later. The nightmares continued. It was blurring together.

Oh Death.

Six months of personal death and emptiness in that timeless dark. Until her sire had pulled the young one free, now 20. Weakened, but alive. Yet forever changed. Slowly nursed back to health once more. Now mastered the shadows, the steps between places. Stronger, faster, but mind wild. Still doing her best. For a year did the woman fight to improve. Until...

Abandoned. Left behind in nowhere America. Her Sire had taken her there to learn survival, and left her. Never came back. Alone. Alone. How it always repeated over and over. The halfling waited days, and days became a week. Until she finally broke down. Her mind and emotions so damaged and frayed that it couldn't be taken any longer, and the hunger for something familiar sank in. Driving her to scramble and rush in tears towards that old lonely town from lost child hood. Leaving behind drained animal carcasses in her wake. Death.

It had been the first person to come across her, Alvin, that calmed the half vampire. An old friend of the child's life once lost, now grown. A best friend and closest confidant- it's what had drawn Darck to pour her heart and soul out. Every word a truth for this poor human in over his head while holding the weeping vampire who had lost herself so long ago.

No wealth, no ruin, so silver, no gold Nothing satisfies me but your soul...

That drove Alvin to abandon his life. Pack his truck and bags, leave a note, and ran. Vanishing, proverbially killing his public life, to travel with Darck. Keeping her from bringing danger too anyone else, and to help keep her safe. So they traveled together, hand in hand. Always keeping one another safe as she taught him how to survive and fight the supernatural. While he brought her more comfort and calm, to be a person again. It was good... For a time...

Had even become a loving pair, dating. And Alvin had proposed so long ago. Engaged in their odd life and making plans for a better future. Figuring things out. Joyful with the brief glimpse... However nothing lasts. Death comes for all. None more so than humans, but even those of eternity feel the cold fingers upon their shoulder. Greeting like an old friend.

Oh Death...

It had led the two beaten, bloodied, bruised, by an enemy simply called 'Yorik'. Darck couldn't kill him, too young, too inexperienced, and it left her teetering on the edge of control. And Alvin had run out of ammo long ago, limping, and at his limit. Yet this monster did not kill them. He had a worse fate in store. Having driven the young vampire into the limits of her control, survival instinct was kicking in. And wanted to see who lives or who dies...

Alvin wouldn't let her die, nor hurt anyone else. The man dragging her away to a safe house, an old bunker. Sealing the two in, even as Darck started to loose control to the beast inside, begging Alvin leave. Lock her in. Save himself. But should he do that, it would have spelled potential death for the woman instead. And he would never do that. So instead, he sat his injured self across the room, weapons tossed. Told her to live, he was dead either way.

Even as the woman lost control, and tore into him, the human continued to repeat 'I forgive you' over and over again. Until he died. Even as she drained him. Never did she get his soul, him having died before she could lay claim, but it made her live... With the guilt and weight snapping what was left of her frayed sanity. Alone. Burned the remains and left nothing for her to return too...

Well I am death, none can excel! I open the door to heaven or hell...

So alone Darck had been. So long. Now solo act, somewhat unhinged, and never would hesitate to pull the trigger. Creatures and people left in her wake of wrath that deserved such fates, others saved from horrible ends. Keeping them from suffering her history, best as she could. Contacts made, alliances forged, without even realizing it. Always gathering information, spying on others. Even checking in on those she had once seen so very many years ago. Death having been an old dance partner now... She saw so many loved ones die, but then live again, rinse, repeat...

Oh Death.

2002 and onward her heart had throbbed, ached, died and born again. Watching more and more events unfold between the lines of her side of this world, and how the other twisted into madness. She saw it all from the shadows now held in perfect control. Across the glove, events cropped up, trying to rinse, repeat, become worse, of the history that came from the past... Still did death come and go. Darck's hands working diligently to give any help she could while out of sight. Give items, give help, give notes. And sometimes needing to step in when the supernatural became too much, taking her gun in hand, to save others, or slay.

Ever Swaying upon the dangerous edge of life in this dance, careful to pull others back upon the safety's side, while lingering just so close upon that abyss. Staring within it, and it staring back, ever ready for one or the other. Like a fractured hourglass waiting for every grain of sand in it's moment to tumble free into eternity once more.

Bodies left behind in the wake of wrath. A monster, she knew now, was always in her bones. Just like what she hunted, just like what had killed her. But what she could do with it is what could change fates design. Feeding, devouring, gaining power. Pushing limits and abilities. A halfling without a master, without a chain, allowed to grow unchecked, with a heart that refused to quit beating. Human and Vampire in one body, ever at odds with it's self, and yet remaining in balance. A control gripped tight by force.

Never again would she loose ti and hurt loved ones.

My name is death... And the end is heeere...

But that didn't stop her from still getting so close to death. Slayers come and go, monsters in and out, leaving lasting scars on a body still learning, still evolving. But Darck took it, and forced herself up again, and again. Bloodied and broken, but alive. That is what she was good for. A weapon, a shield, to keep going. To use her knowledge and capability. Take whatever anyone else can not.

For what good is she otherwise? Darck was pretty sure she was worthless if she can't be of service. To use this strength and power for others survival. Alone. Keep going, have to keep going. The bodies in her wake wouldn't drag her down with them. Not yet... Not yet... Determination burned bright as every year moved by. Leaving her madness numb, forcefully pulling herself back together, mending the fractures of the damaged psyche in will power alone. But the emotional scars run deep. A soul that refused to quit.

Oh Death...

Even if those once friends could find her horrifying should they learn the truth. Darck has been shot by friends before, so many times, and never would blame them for it. Would accept it, and move on, take the loss, the ache. Because at least Death didn't take them. But the enemies left in her wake spoke otherwise... The blood keeping her alive. Those bodies piled in the path of history.

It's thanks to those bodies that she could always drag herself back out one way or another. So many times had her frame been destroyed, regeneration the only reason she was alive. Dragged out herself from hell, from ruins, from war zones, or hails of bullets... Death could always be waiting at the door, held open like a polite friend, awaiting that final step across the line. Cold hand held in proverbial offering for the tired soul. The one that always refused to take it. Turned away, whispering. 'Not yet, not yet. Just one more time. Just another day. I can take it.'

When god is gone and the devil takes hold Who will have mercy on your soul?

So many times no one came back for her. Even after Darck had her organization built and secret back in 2011, 2012, hidden away and doing their work. Even as the world continued to turn and advance, they would always find ways around it. And yet still she was alone, even in a room surrounded. Could feel that knot tighten on her throat like a noose, or the creeping fingers waiting at her shoulder.

Oh Death.

More often than not had found her in similar situations of being left on her own. Barely conscious and dragging herself free of a job, or personal work, anything... Was this her vice, really? Maybe a punishment for so much failure of the past, or a reminder of where she came from, what she is. Darck wasn't even sure, but it was something she had to do. It kept others, innocent people, from going down.

And nobody ever came. No one came. Alone. Except for memories and tears.

Oh Death. Oh Death, won't you spare me over another year?

Eyes blinked opened, once more here in the Arizona desert, stars above, smoke high in the sky. Silent except for the heavy breaths she took through burnt lungs, and the cracking flames roaring behind her. Ribs mending together slowly, agonizing. Darck needed to feed soon, fresh blood would let her heal faster, even a god damn blood bag... But she ran out long ago, and that place took everything viable with it.

Slowly, on shaking legs, did the woman force herself to stand. Stumbling. No one would come. She was alone, with only death waiting at her side like an old friend. The half vampire realized, she was, and has always been, alone. As she would always be alone. She could have sworn a whisper of cold breath at her ear disagreed. Maybe she was that close to passing out, to imagine the voice of death as a comfort. Reassuring. To tell there was chances yet left.

Not yet, not yet...

Darck's legs finally gave out after having walked just a couple minutes. Just to get some space. And slumped down against cold rocks in the desert night. Her vision blurring as the darkness began to close in at all sides. The cold hands wrapping around her throat. And her world went black.

O, death Wont you spare me over til another year...

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