Yeeeeaaaaaaaaaah... *rubs her neck and smirks* well. What can I say about this? I was sitting at Kishari's appartment and suddenly I felt a huge inspiration to write something. The music gave me some ideas and so I wrote two stories.

This one is about me and Jason and how we... amm.. how we "get along" *cough* and what would happen if we would ever meet. Somehow writing this made the little masochist inside me chuckle. heh.

Jason ©
Story ©

Sorry about the grammar mistakes, english is NOT my native language. AND I wrote this one while being very, very sleepy.

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I couldn't breath. My lungs hurt so bad.

He's grasp was so tight and powerful, that it hurt. It almoust made my eyes tear-up, yet I didn't feel any fear. Only anger.

Burning anger and hate.

I saw how his smirk grew wider, as he lowered himself upon me, holding my hands in the other and and with the other one... holding my throath, pressing it against the ground were I was laying. Were he had pushed me.

An angry growl came from my throat, sounding rasping and almoust like it hurt. And it kinda did. Only because that man was strangeling me. Yet my growl only made him chuckle, eyes burning with hate although his mouthcorners were lifted up to a wide smirk, his teeth showing.

"Still not giving up, cat?", he asked with a growling, husky voice, lowering his head so close that I could feel his hot breath against my neck and ear.

It made me shudder and hiss like an angry cat. But then I made a sharp yelp as he tighten his grip, chuckling louder as I started to move under him, gasping for air, eyes tightly shut.

"That did NOT answer my question. You're a stubborn one, aren't you, Moira?", he asked, saying my name with a voice full of hatred and despice. I only growled rasply and opened my other eye, tear slowly falling from my eyecorner.

I glared at him and tried to get my hands free, my eyes calling him names which I couldn't say out loud 'cause of the grasp around my throat, making breathing difficult and painful.

As he saw my gaze, he only made a quiet humm-sound and lifted his hand from my throath - I gasped for air, feeling a sharp pain in my lungs and throath as air filled them with a silent, wheezing sound. I could get only two deep breathes, as suddenly I felt a horrible pain on my side.

I could hear something crack inside me.

My eyes opened wide and I screamed loudly, even though it made my lungs hurt even more. A warm, small bloodstream appeared from my mouthcorner and slowly crawled against my pale skin. Tears came from my eyes and I pressed my eyes shut, gasping for air even more.

It hurt. It hurt so much, it was almoust unbareble.

But not long could I try to get some air and try to keep myself consious, came that powerful and tight grasp around my neck again, sealing it shut and making breathing impossible. My lungs shouted for air, but it was no use.

I managed to get one hand free from the man's grasp and I sunk my sharp claws to his hand which was holding my throath, to his wrist. My claws sunk slowly deeper and deeper, as the huge demon growled and laughed out loud, bringing his face almoust against mine, looking straight to my eyes which were small slits.

"Did it hurt?", he asked devilioushly and chuckled, licking the blood from my mouthcorner. I growled, showing my bloodstained teeth to him, looking back into his eyes. I tried to get as much air as I could and then rasply whispered to him;

"Fuck off, Jason."