ice cold hearts }} Aragorn x Arendella

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ARAGORNBLACKMORE

No sound could be heard- not even a whisper on the wind. But you didn't need to hear to know that the screams that haunted this house were screams of the dying. They slipped into our reams, eating away at our sleep- sometimes making someone feel hollow and scared, other times making us feel more alive than ever. I remember when I hear them, I hear them as they beg for mercy- as they beg me for mercy. How many times have I been in that very basement the life of another in my finger ups? How many times have I ripped out there teeth and laughed as the scrammed for me to stop- but I never did. Now even once- after all why would I? All my life I have been working at it, making my collection of teeth bigger and bigger. Cleaning them all each month, preserving them so that they would never rot away, so that they were mine for eternity.

Climbing down the starers I find myself in the kitchen, my eyes flashing around the empty room. No one was home, not a soul- well not a living one. I run a hand over the dust covered books that lived in the corner of the room. They were for decoration really as not one human being in this house would bother themselves with reading books. Reading books were too mainstream, to original. My family was filled with crazy’s, always doing things that would be considered inappropriate to anyone in any other district as well as our own. I too was one of hem crazy’s, but I kept my insanity to a minimum not resulting to indulge in disgusting things to please my conscious.

The things that my family did were things that were unspeakable. Sometimes I wished that they never belonged here, I wished that my mother had only had me and then I would be a lone wolf, only relying on my own skills and desires. But mother left me behind a family which I had to look over and protect, not that any of that seemed even slightly appealing to me. Not that I did my best to protect them, they were jut rats in my way, rats that need to be exterminated, but I couldn't do it, I couldn't kill them because it would be going against her. The only person that I have ever allowed myself to love.

A scowl slips onto my stone face as I turn my gaze up to the roof to where I knew a few of my ‘family’ members were hiding away, allowing sleep to eat at there consciousness. There were cannibals up there, there were some that drank blood and some that were totally ignorant to whatever it is that was going on around them. There was none like me. I was unique, a one of a kind. My eyes slip down the wall and to the door that leads to the basement. Down there you would find things that would cause nightmares for children, down there there were things that would make one dry heave and there were also things that would make some people smile with glee.

Down there was the place where my dreams came true, where I to my little treasures, where I severed the ice line of a poor innocent woman.My scowl turns into a cold smile, my eyes ripping themselves from the door which protected the secrets of this family. On the outside we may sen like a civilised bunch but open that door, walk down the steps, and find out who we truly were.

Walking over to the sink I grab a mug from the drain before moving over to the fridge were I snatch the milk from closing the door without a second glance. I knew what I would find in there- the insides of a human begin presented on a platter waiting for my little man eating rats to nom away on them like some wild scavengers. It sickened me to a point where I could barely maintain eye contact with half my family. It was disgusting, feeding off the own flesh of your own kind. Sickening even. and to think that those people, the ones that ate humans, were people who lived under the same roof as me and some of them even had the same blood running through them.

Once again a scowl slips onto my face as I side into a wooden chair and pour the white liquid into the mug I had grabbed earlier. But as I watch the liquid flow into the cup I am not to sure I am feeling to thirsty. Sighing I screw the cap back onto the bottle before placing it down on the table, my eyes staring coldly into the ceramic cup.

Not a sound cold be heard. Not even the sound of my even beating of my heart.