Forbidden love

He walks the lands, his tears frozen in the cold pain of loss. No more shall he cry, no more shall he feel the happiness taken from him by this world he called home. His blood runs cold. His eyes tell a cold frozen blue, no emotion shown, only a blank stare at his victim. Ohh but who is this being I speak of? It starts long ago. He was born of an angel and a demon. Heather Cooper. And his father Abel Cooper. The two adult immortals were happy when their new baby boy was free forom inside his mother's womb. "We shall name him after his best feature. His fangs are as sharp as razors. Thus his name is now Fang." This day thousands of years ago the baby known as Fang took his first steps into the world. Many years later when he was but a child of 14 his parents hated each other. Abel leaving the mother. Her despair consuming her. The boy seeing his mothers tears always from his son love would comfort her. After months of the comforting his love for her began to grow into something more, as did her love for him. After a few years when the boy was 18 he confronted his mother about his love in her. With flowing tears she hugged him saying the same. Fang thought to himself "It's incestreal love but...she makes me so happy...and I make her happy." The two hugged each other for minutes. Then shared Fang's first kiss right there on the couch, both in the happiest state they had been in years. The love went as far as them mating...and concieving a baby girl...they both agreed on a silly name for her silly personality...Dazzle... they both raised the girl for years in happiness. But this bliss would soon break...when Fang had lost control of his demonic powers within himself...and brutally killed his mother in his uncontrollable form. After he recoverd his sanity...on his knees his fangs and claws covered in his mother's blood..his cold tears falling onto her body..he spoke no words, but on the inside his heart was broken into an unreparable state. From his crystal blue eyes they dulled in color and he stood up and buried her himself, blaming himself for her death. He raised his daughter, but once she reached an age of taking care of herself he left, his heart hardened, locked away in a coffin of cold, unbearable pain. Mortals can feel his pain...how cold it is if he bleeds...for his blood is as cold as arctic waters....The lonely broken Fox roams the world now....killing all of those who claim happiness....

Story written by super_sonic2000. Heather and Fang belong to him.

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