STORY STARTER

Inspired by Maranda Quinn

Take a famous romantic quote, or lyric, and use it as the opening line to a horror story.

The line must be related to the story.

Blessed Nightmare

**Note: This is absolute doodoogarbage and makes 0 sense but I was bored and haven’t posted in a very long time so here we are**

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“Tell me every terrible thing you ever did, and let me love you anyway.” He whispers, trailing his cold fingers down my neck.

I wriggle in his grasp. My back pressed against the frigid stone wall of the bridge.

“How can you _love_ a stranger.” I shake my head.

“Oh your no stranger darling.” He grabs my face, turning it to face him. “You have the same darkness behind you eyes that I do.” His grin sends a cold shiver down my spine.

“I’m _nothing_ like you.” I spit. “I could never be a monster.”

“Is that so? I think you don’t truly know who you are.” Zyran breathes down my spine.

“I know who I am.” I sneer. “I am the blessed daughter.”

“Ah. I see. Well, a lady with such a title shouldn’t be this close to a man unless they’re dancing. Correct?” He pulls me into a dancing position despite my best efforts.

My eyes widen. “I would prefer if we didn’t.”

He hugs me closer to him, starting to turn in the basic steps of the waltz. “Come on Renna, afraid of a little moonlight?”

He steps out into the light from under the bridge exposing himself to the wretched moon.

I gasp a his spine cracks at an unnatural angle. His body mutates and curls in on itself. The sound of splitting bones rings in my ears. For a moment he dissappers into the night before two white eyes stare, mere inches from my face.

“Renna.” The sound of his voice echos through the canal. Zyrans jagged form cracks as it moves a black needle-like spike towards me. “You knew I was a Nightmare yet you are drawn to me as though I am your favorite dream.”

“Get.“ I spit, “away from me.” I hold out my hands in front of me as if they would do anything against the nightmare. The lean form towers over me at least 4 times my own height. Still, he remains unmoving.

As I stumble backwards in the darkness I keep my eyes locked on his. Before I can realize I had walked the width of the bridge my leg starts fading to black. A sob escapes my throat as the leg gives out and I go stumbling into the moonlight.

I watch as my own body contorts into a monster of inky black. I look to where Zyran stood but he has crept back into the night.

Something grazes my back and I throw it off of me, a growl forcing its way through my lips. I crawling on top of him, posed to strike before he morphs into familiar flesh and blood. Glowing blue eyes meet my own and I’m sent stumbling backwards.

“Sweet _blessed_ nightmare.” He grins.

“Zyran.” I cry. “What did you do to me.” I peer down at him as he hides from the moon in my shadow.

“Darling I didn’t do anything.” He steps to the side, changing to be my same height. “I simply danced with you.” He moves closer causing me to fall backwards. “It seems, you have become you worst nightmare. So as I said before.” He lifts my chin so I meet his eyes. “Tell me what terrible thing you did to become like me.”



**Note: I don’t think this really counts as horror but idrc :D **

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