The Fear- Part Two is now up

[Mizz]

Okay. So this is the introduction to the story that I decided to continue. I am just recently adding pictues because I fixed my game so part three will take a while. Constructive criticism is vastly appreciated. Thank you!



And so, humanity dwindles, picked off by those of my kind brave enough to come out of our protected homes.
They think they were overtaken by something that just recently call Earth their home; but we've been here, hiding away, too meek to emerge from the emerald forest in which we dwell.
That is, until a rash group of what humans would call adolescents ventured from safety. I put together the group, which will later be referred to as The Fear, in hopes of us not having to hide anymore. Little did I know, once our instincts kicked in, we wouldn't have anything to hide from.

[hanster]

this is a good start, i'd love to read on

[Mizz]

Thank you. I'll make a family with the characters and start taking pictures.

[steelguy]

Well, as brief, tantalising glimpses go, this was a good one.
Always looking for a new story to get addicted to.

[Stelio Kontos]

I'm pretty interested in this story.
Can you please post an excerpt?

[Mizz]

Of course I can. I'm sorry that my sims game is not responding at the moment, but I will post chapter one and add pictures later.

[Mizz]

They moved with such stunningly deadly accuracy that the slow moving human never had a chance. Their eyes glittered with sheer beauty, pink gems set in flawlessly sculpted faces. Their skin varied in shades of colors humans used to paint forests with. They personified nature and one wondered if the true original shades of color ever discovered were the colors of their skin. On their brows swirled intricate patterns such as leaves and silver embossing that obviously displayed rank. The humans face shone with wonder at their perfection.



Hunger radiated from the silent pack, but they quivered in place, as if waiting for a cue. They parted and a slender figure strolled forth, it's slender curves belying it's gender.
She curled her lips up at the sides in a humorless smile, showing fangs that, unbeknown to the naked eye, were tipped with a deadly poison. Her eyes glittered with lazy curiosity as they flicked up and down, taking in the human.



His eyes stared back in an attempted act of bravery, but fear wafted off him. His skin was tanned and stretched over the hard muscle in his body. His shirt clung to his flat stomach in a way that would be appealing to female humans, while his dark blond hair fell softly in his gold flecked chocolate eyes.



She took another step forward and, in a lightning quick movement, captured his wrist by wrapping her long, thin fingers around it. Lifting it gently, as though it was and injured bird, she raised it to her nose and inhaled deeply. Her sigh was one of pure ecstasy and she closed her eyes. Taking her momentary blindness as an opportunity to escape, the human snatched his hand back.



He only made it a few steps before his body slammed violently into the ground, as if he had been struck from behind; however, no one stood close to where he now lay.



A low, albeit distinctly feminine chuckle reverberated in his ears and shivers crept all along his spine. The female he had attempted to escape from now stood by him. He took her in. Her white hair glowed brightly in the full moonlight, strands falling in front of her shoulders to frame her delicate face. Her skin shone peach and she would have seemed human were it not for the pattern around her eyes and on her forehead. The design somehow brought attention to and distracted from her eyes at the same time. Her eyes glittered a luminescent shade of breath-taking pink. She was petite, yet moved with the authority as though she towered above her pack.
He never saw her foot move, just felt a sharp pain erupt in his ribcage which caused him to roll onto his back.



"Much better," She sang, locking her eyes onto his. "Now, what is your name, delicious?" She purred. Her voice was melodic, dipping up and down in ranges as she spoking, giving the impression she was constantly singing.
Disgusted at being called delicious, the helpless victim set his jaw. To his horror, the words tripped off his tongue, which he promptly clamped his teeth down on when he finished speaking, "Demetri." The metallic taste of blood seeped through his mouth and he spat.
Ignoring the slightly pink blot of spit that just narrowly missed her bare foot, she continued to speak, "Ah, very interesting. Well you needn't know all our names, but mine is Alina. You shan't get acquainted with us, for you'll be dead soon enough." Her smile was taunting, sapping all the hope from his body. She bent her pointer finger and the pack closed in, sealing any exits. He sprang up, preparing to get a few valiantly before he went down. She chirped a string of notes that would have seemed beautiful were they not signaling the end of his existence...

[Stelio Kontos]

Liked what I read.
Liked it a good bit.

[Sam the T-man]

Wow, this is well written, sounds intriguing

Good luck with the pictures, sounds like you'll need it!

[Mizz]

Thank you all. The game won't even load. I'm so sorry to those of you who like to read with pictures. I will try to get them up as soon as I can.

I do have part two written and I will have it out soon.

[Mizz]

Demitri stirred, hearing the crackling of leaves rustling under his back faintly. He blinked, his vision returning at an alarmingly slow rate. When everything came into focus, he assessed his situation.
The clearing was empty, save for one. Alina lay next to him, unmoving, her silver hair fanned out from behind her head and resting lightly on his chest. With his free hand, he picked up a strand and laid it across his palm, marveling at the way it slipped through his fingers. He tried to move his left arm and was surprised to see it curled around Alina's small waist.
Dragging it slowly, so he would not disturb her, he tugged it out from underneath her body. She groaned softly before lurching straight up. Her eyes searched his bewildered face and instantly a series of images from the attack flashed through his mind.
He saw the pack leaping at him, their faces contorted with hunger and rage. He saw himself holding an unconscious Alina aloft, using her as a shield. He saw himself slumped on the ground, his arms still clutching Alina in a desperate attempt to save his own life while the pack retreated.
"How did you--" he gasped once the vivid slide show faded, taken aback at the depictions placed into his memories.
"I could ask you the same. What you did was impossible for any human. When I bit you, the poison should have killed you, yet it took my consciousness." Alina seemed composed, considering what she was saying was true and he was the only human that survived their attacks.  
"But still... How--?" He trailed off, the answer to her power not seeming important anymore.
"I do not understand. I can still wield my powers over you, I just cannot kill you."
Chagrined that he could still be overpowered, Demetri grumbled, "Try again. Maybe you should use your powers this time."
Her face lit up at his sarcastic suggestion with child-like excitement.
"Oh. May I? I could bring you back if I succeed."
Demitri shrugged and scraped at the dirt with a stick to vent his frustration, masking his burning curiosity at her apparent ability to raise people from the dead. He chewed his bottom lip thoughtfully before holding up his forefinger.
"On one condition. You tell me where to bring you if you pass out again."
A frown crept across her gorgeous face, not altering the stunning trance it still lulled Demetri into every time he looked at it. She was obviously sore about her weakness.
Begrudgingly, she placed the directions into his mind and then screwed up her face in concentration, her eyebrows pulling together and her full lips pursing.
He felt a slight headache start to throb in his temples, but otherwise her attempt fell short. Demitri found his eyes wandering, not wanting to watch her swaying body. His curiosity overcame him, however, and he found himself watching anyway. Her eyes rolled back, the pink irises barely showing above the whites as she crumpled into the leaves.
Tossing the stick aside, Demitri slung her over his shoulder carefully and started off into the dense copse of trees where the directions led him.

[Astral Faery]

Mysterious, intriguing, and different.  It's beautifully written and a joy to read.  I do hope you continue, even if we have to wait awhile for pictures.  Don't give up!  This is a great story.

[Mizz]

Wow. Thank you so much. Well I have good new and bad news. Good news is that I've gotten my game back. Bad news is that most of my CC is gone, which includes my decorgal model pose and actions hacks which I adore and can't take pictures without. If I can get my hack back I will immediately start taking pictures. Thank you all for your lovely patience.

[Astral Faery]

It's worth the wait

[Mizz]

Thank you. I have part three written, but I don't want to post it until I have all the pictures for parts one and two.