Finding solace in fanfiction

Warning: more bad writing, definite violence.

* Everything about the hotel on this night was creepy. You were incredibly on edge for reasons you didn't understand, and this meant all of the puppets were on edge. Blade couldn't stop alternating between watching you and watching for anything to appear in the hotel.

* " I have a really bad feeling, guys.." you bit down on your thumb nail for the millionth time as you paced the large dining area. All of the puppets were in the room with you, and you could hear that they were conversing.

* The lights to the entire building suddenly went out, and you gasped. You jumped at the sound of a loud hiss coming from Blade's direction, and turned to see him staring hard at something in the shadows across the room. He was flashing his knife dangerously, and the bullets in his eyes were now fully visible.

* Something smallish, and similar to the puppets next to you stepped out of the shadows. It growled, its teeth and nails gleaming in the moonlight. You could hear Jester change the expression on his face as a noise of fear escaped him.

* " Please tell me there are more of you?" You asked them desperately, but Jester quickly responded with an "uh-uh". The creature darted away from the room and further into the hotel, Blade and Pinhead right on its heels, with Tunneler following up.

* You wasted no time in following after them, but it didn't take you long to lose them in the maze that was the hotel. You decided to find a proper light in order to help you better search for the puppets that followed the creature. Your search for the flash light was successful, but got complicated very quickly.

* A creature like the one you'd seen earlier came bursting through one of the vents, growling and swiping at you like a wild animal. This little demon was nothing like your beloved puppets. It had admittedly gotten in a few good strikes before you got the better of it, finally crushing it's head beneath one of your boots.

* A rush of adrenaline was taking over you now, and you knew you had to find the others fast. It hadn't taken too long fortunately, before you found Blade by himself, wrestling with one of the creatures which had him pinned.

* "Blade!" Your heart dropped in an instant. You ran forward and kicked the creature off of him, sending it flying into a nearby wall and landing with a disorienting thud. Blade stood to watch as you stomped to the creature and stepped on it's midsection - just enough to hold it down.

* Blade had never remembered a time in his life that he was as floored as he was now, watching you bend down to grab the creatures legs and tear them off with a sickening ripping sound. It's arms were next, and it shrieked with pain and anger as it's arms were torn away next.

* Blade hadn't really ever considered you having a violent side, let alone the severity of it brought about from the urge to protect him from something. He saw you pick up the creatures torso in one hand and grab its head in the other, ignoring the teeth cutting into your fingers as you gave a sharp twist and pulled. It fell to the ground completely dismembered.

* Blade cursed not being a human as he watched your chest heaving from the adrenaline, blood spotted across your silky skin. Damn he loved you, and now he had yet another reason why - knowing you wouldn't hesitate to get your hands dirty in order to save him just as he has for you.

* you turned to him and knelt down, " darling are you alright?" He was so lost in the concern in your eyes and the sincerity in your voice that he forgot to answer until your finger brushed his chin. "Yea" he hissed out with a nod, and you let out a breath of relief. " I don't know what I'd do if I lost you." He placed his hook into your hand as a gesture of comfort, which you carefully but happily held back.

Trigger warning: Murder, and bad writing.

* You had been the puppets master for several years and formed a strong bond with each of them. Things with Blade were somewhat different though than with the others.

* Blade found it especially difficult to not be at the very least within 10 feet of you at all times, and greatly preferred to be in your arms any time you would indulge him. The rare times that he was not with you, you assumed him to be patrolling around the hotel.

* He was fiercely protective of you and didn't bother trying to conceal it. He was also in tune with your emotions just as the others were, but he seemed to be much more affected, going to any length to care for you when you were down.

* There was another who knew the secret of the puppets, someone who had been your friend for years. He wanted the formula and control of the puppets for himself, and so he took it.

* He'd made quick work of taking your life, plunging the knife into your stomach before you could even react. He'd ripped it out just as fast, waiting for you to die on the cold tile floor as he prepared to transfer your soul into a doll he'd unceremoniously placed at your side.

* Blade arrived far too late along with the others, just as your soul had finished the transfer. He had been angry before in his lifetime, but now the world was a vivid red and it nearly blinded him as he heard your cries coming from your new body.

* It had been your cry for help, particularly crying Blade's name in desperation, that spurred him from his rage filled shock and drove him and the others towards your killer.

* Blade had a long history of showing no mercy, and this time had been no different, though he was sure to go out of his way to make his revenge as painful as possible.

* When they had finished, all turned to see you now, trembling on your new feet, and the sound of your sorrow matching the paint upon your face. Blade was fast to approach you, and for the first time, you had to look up to face him proper.

* "Blade?" You reached out to him. "Schatzi.." he spoke, and you froze at actually hearing his voice instead of noises you usually heard. But he sounded so broken.. "forgive me."

* Blade felt responsible for what had happened to you, angry that he wasn't there to stop it. His protective attitude towards you was even more prominent, but on the flip side, you were now able to see just how soft he truly was towards you.

* You quite enjoyed his German accent, though found yourself wishing you'd learned the language every time he addressed you. He always used a pet name for you, driving you crazy when he refused to translate for you. The others who occasionally saw these exchanges would only laugh, and also refuse to translate for you.

Imagine having been turned into a vampire by the lost boys along with Michael when Sam was a teenager, and never being turned back even though you're still only half. Years pass, and Sam disappears one night and is gone for a long time, only to reappear nearly a month later as a vampire. You're floored, after having missed him and being scared that he had left you forever.

"Sam!!" You pushed past David and Marko, running down the beach and straight into him. He caught you easily, looking just as happy as you felt. "Y/n..." He pulled you as close to him as he possibly could. " I was so worried about you. I started to think I'd never see you again" You cried, clinging on to him for dear life. He scoffed, " I'm not leaving you, y/n... Ever". He spoke as he pulled back from you. Just a moment later his face seemed to change. His face took on a more predatory appearance, just like the boys did in their 'vamped out' form, but with a significant difference. His teeth were a bit longer, more of them became sharper, and he looked even more vicious than your lost boys. Your eyes widened in shock, " how?"

"Stephen?"

He was frozen in shock. There you stood before him in all your beauty, looking absolutely traumatized at the realization that you were alive once again after such a tragic death.

Stephen shook, not only as a result of his injuries but the raw emotion of his lost love finally returning home to him. "Y/n..." Stephen whispered, slowly moving towards you. You reached a hand out to him, feeling more than just a little weak, and upon going to walk towards him, your knees buckled beneath you. Stephen rushed forward and caught you before you could hit the floor, gently lowering himself with you. He held you in his arms, and for a moment all either of you could do was hold each other. "How?" You looked up into his ocean colored eyes, now darkened by grief, " i don't understand."

His shaking hand lovingly stroked your cheek, the awe on his face still plain as day. " I found a way to bring you back.. I've been trying for so long. " There was an anguished longing in his voice you'd never heard before. He'd been broken by your loss, and any effort to hide it would be wasted. The ruins of this universe was a testament to his pain, as was the haunted Sanctum around you. Tears welled in your eyes, " I'm so sorry Stephen.."