Nevermore
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Category:
Singers/Bands/Musicians › Backstreet Boys
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
14
Views:
2,033
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of the Backstreet Boys. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Nevermore - Chapter 9
Title: Nevermore – Chapter 9
Author: Sparkleblsmchyld
Type: RP Het and Gen
Rating: R – for violent situations and some sexual situations.
Pairing: The Backstreet Boys and suggested OFC.
Warning: Serious amounts of AU and some fluff mixed in when the chapters calm. This is really the crack-fic out of all my fics.
Disclaimer: Not mine, probably never happened, never will. Too much sugar and music will do this to your thoughts kids! All ideas are result of my overactive imagination!
Archive: AFF. If you want, just ask. I'd be flattered.
Feedback: Have something you’ve just got to tell me? Please do, feedback is great.
Timeline: The Millenium tour.
Notes: Okay, this was very early in my writing career. I was a high-school boy-band freak with a insatiable love of the bizarre, creepy and down-right X-Files-ish. Excuse the normal cliches and writing boo-boos. Just enjoy the story as it is.
Summary: Be careful just whom in your path you anger, your retribution may be swift and silent. The Backstreet Boys didn’t learn this lesson and now they have to pay.
***
“My Dear Daughter…” a voice spoke to Fiona. She opened her eyes and there she stood, wrapped in a white cloak within a circle of flames.
“So have you chosen to betray us?” The voice called to her once again, she looked into the darkness; trying to find the origin of the voice. But she saw nothing and the flames prevented her from leaving.
“Where are you? Let me see who accuses me!” Fiona shouted, not knowing what would happen next.
Soon a carpet of smoke rolls right in front of her circled prison. There in front of her stood a figured clothed in a black robe, no portion of their body shown.
“Why did you ask to see me? Did you doubt?” The voice continued. Fiona felt her heart beating rapidly in her chest, it terrified her and all of her words became caught in her chest.
“I-I did not doubt, I want to face all those who accuse me.” The figure never moved, but the voice became more harsh and enraged. “Do you have any idea why you have been called here?” The voice boomed, echoing in Fiona’s ears, she trembled; wondering what would become of her and why she was being put through this.
“My dearest servant, you have been called because your soul has become weak. You are becoming the victim. We have to solve this problem and quickly if you are to continue.”
Fiona wondered how they would do this, she was scared but for some reason a calm had come over her.
“Come my child.” The figure stated holding out his gloved hand, over the flames which had kept Fiona prisoner. She took his hand and slowly took steps towards him, passing through the circle of flames un-singed.
Fiona walked with him until they came to a dimly lit room, where the figure stopped and ushered Fiona into the room. There he took her and stood her in the center of the room, a single beam of orange light shining down on her.
“Here is where you shall receive the final component to complete your mission…” The voice spoke firmly as the figure walked towards her, he stood in front of her for a moment before placing a gloved hand on the back of her neck.
“This will hurt you, so prepare.” These words gave her little time to prepare for what came next.
Fiona cried out, falling to her knees, a searing pain stung her sharply in the beck of her neck, it felt like a red hot blade was carving into her skin.
But as soon as it began, it was quickly over, Fiona fell in a heap to the ground, her breathing heavy and irregular.
“You are now almost complete.” He spoke as he lowered his hand to help a weakened Fiona off of the ground. “Give me your hands.” He spoke.
Fiona stood quietly and placed her hands palm out facing the figure, who then placed his hands to hers. When the two combined their hands a light emanated from them, overpowering the entire room. As it subsided the figure spoke, “You are now complete. Be gone from my sight!”
Author: Sparkleblsmchyld
Type: RP Het and Gen
Rating: R – for violent situations and some sexual situations.
Pairing: The Backstreet Boys and suggested OFC.
Warning: Serious amounts of AU and some fluff mixed in when the chapters calm. This is really the crack-fic out of all my fics.
Disclaimer: Not mine, probably never happened, never will. Too much sugar and music will do this to your thoughts kids! All ideas are result of my overactive imagination!
Archive: AFF. If you want, just ask. I'd be flattered.
Feedback: Have something you’ve just got to tell me? Please do, feedback is great.
Timeline: The Millenium tour.
Notes: Okay, this was very early in my writing career. I was a high-school boy-band freak with a insatiable love of the bizarre, creepy and down-right X-Files-ish. Excuse the normal cliches and writing boo-boos. Just enjoy the story as it is.
Summary: Be careful just whom in your path you anger, your retribution may be swift and silent. The Backstreet Boys didn’t learn this lesson and now they have to pay.
***
“My Dear Daughter…” a voice spoke to Fiona. She opened her eyes and there she stood, wrapped in a white cloak within a circle of flames.
“So have you chosen to betray us?” The voice called to her once again, she looked into the darkness; trying to find the origin of the voice. But she saw nothing and the flames prevented her from leaving.
“Where are you? Let me see who accuses me!” Fiona shouted, not knowing what would happen next.
Soon a carpet of smoke rolls right in front of her circled prison. There in front of her stood a figured clothed in a black robe, no portion of their body shown.
“Why did you ask to see me? Did you doubt?” The voice continued. Fiona felt her heart beating rapidly in her chest, it terrified her and all of her words became caught in her chest.
“I-I did not doubt, I want to face all those who accuse me.” The figure never moved, but the voice became more harsh and enraged. “Do you have any idea why you have been called here?” The voice boomed, echoing in Fiona’s ears, she trembled; wondering what would become of her and why she was being put through this.
“My dearest servant, you have been called because your soul has become weak. You are becoming the victim. We have to solve this problem and quickly if you are to continue.”
Fiona wondered how they would do this, she was scared but for some reason a calm had come over her.
“Come my child.” The figure stated holding out his gloved hand, over the flames which had kept Fiona prisoner. She took his hand and slowly took steps towards him, passing through the circle of flames un-singed.
Fiona walked with him until they came to a dimly lit room, where the figure stopped and ushered Fiona into the room. There he took her and stood her in the center of the room, a single beam of orange light shining down on her.
“Here is where you shall receive the final component to complete your mission…” The voice spoke firmly as the figure walked towards her, he stood in front of her for a moment before placing a gloved hand on the back of her neck.
“This will hurt you, so prepare.” These words gave her little time to prepare for what came next.
Fiona cried out, falling to her knees, a searing pain stung her sharply in the beck of her neck, it felt like a red hot blade was carving into her skin.
But as soon as it began, it was quickly over, Fiona fell in a heap to the ground, her breathing heavy and irregular.
“You are now almost complete.” He spoke as he lowered his hand to help a weakened Fiona off of the ground. “Give me your hands.” He spoke.
Fiona stood quietly and placed her hands palm out facing the figure, who then placed his hands to hers. When the two combined their hands a light emanated from them, overpowering the entire room. As it subsided the figure spoke, “You are now complete. Be gone from my sight!”