Black blood WASSUP? WASSUP? WASSUP? Welcome boys and ghouls to the unveiling of my attempt at horror! This story does contain a little makaxcrona so deal with it! But anyway enough of that. I do not own soul eater. On with the show!

Maka cried as Crona closed his eyes for what seemed like the last time. She sat there in a pool of his own black blood for a moment, mourning her lost friend.

Crona opened his eyes to find himself in a massive and red tiles made up the floor, meanwhile crimson curtains seemed to be the walls. In the center of the room sat a large black piano. Someone was playing it, the piano players face was hidden in shadow. As Crona approached him the music became more and more haunting. Crona was now right next to him as the music stopped.

"I've been waiting for you..." the player said, his voice sounded familiar.

"W-What do you mean?" Crona asked.

The piano player turned to face Crona, his face coming into full view. He looked like Crona, but his eyes were black as ink and he had a twisted smile on his face.

"Hello Crona." the player said.

"Ragnarok!" Crona blurted scrambling away from him.

"Not quite. I'm the black blood in your veins, in your heart and soul. I am you. But Ragnarok is as good a name as any." Ragnarok said.

"W-What do you want?"

"All I want to do is give you a little gift."

"What gift?"

"It's in the box behind you." C

rona turned around to see a black gift box with a blood red bow sitting on a table in front of him. He walked over and carefully lifted the lid. Inside was a black liquid, suddenly the box was overflowing with it. Crona backed away as a pool of black blood formed on the ground. Creeping closer and closer to him, he was trapped in a corner as it continued to creep closer.

"Heh, heh, heh." Ragnarok chuckled. "You can try to fight it Crona but in the end you know that only the madness awaits."

"No! No! Maka, please somebody help me!" Crona cried as he began to sink into the black blood.

"She can't help you. No one can hear you."

"No! No! No!" Crona said squeezing his eyes shut. "Crona? Crona what's wrong?"

Did he just hear Maka?

"Crona please wake up! Come on, please!"

"Maka...?" Crona whispered, opening his eyes, looking down at him was Maka.

"There you are silly. You had me worried." Maka said kissing him.

Crona was completely stunned, Maka had never kissed him before.

"Now come on breakfast is waiting." Maka said walking out of the room.

"Alright I'll be right there!" Crona called climbing out of bed.

But as he walked out of the bedroom everything became darker, and colder. As he walked into the kitchen he saw a pair of legs sticking out from behind the table. He ran around to find Maka lying in a pool of blood, a deep gouge in her chest. Her dull sightless eyes staring at the ceiling. As Crona reached over to close her eyes he saw that he had blood on his hands. He looked and found that there was a bloody knife in his other hand.

"N-N-No!" Crona croaked dropping the knife. He sat down in the corner staring at his bloody hands.

"I didn't do this! I didn't do this! I didn't this!" Crona sobbed to himself.

"Oh but you did..." Crona looked to see that Maka's head was now turned towards him. She slowly stood up and began to walk over to Crona, her expression completely lifeless.

"you walked into the kitchen, a sweet smile on your face. You picked up the knife; Then you stabbed me in the heart and watched the life leave my eyes." Maka said crouching in front of him, he face only an inch away.

Crona shut his eyes, trying to shut this nightmare.

"Look at me Crona! Look at what you did!"

Crona opened his eyes to find he was in the bedroom again. It was warm, sunlight shined through the window and Maka stood in the doorway.

"Now come on breakfast is waiting." Maka said.

"I-I think i'll stay in here." "Oh, okay." Maka said turning and leaving.

Crona breathed a sigh of relief, and closed his eyes. When he opened them again he saw Maka standing in the doorway.

"What is it Maka?" "I work hard, day in and day out. I give you my love, my body. I slave over a hot stove to cook you a meal and you won't come out to enjoy it?!" Maka screamed as she ran at Crona with a knife in her hand.

"Maka please stop!" "I hate you!" Crona grabbed Maka's arm and tried to wrestle the knife away.

But as they struggled Crona heard the sound of a knife in bone. He looked down to see the knife had been stabbed into Maka's heart.

"C-Crona..." she croaked, falling to the floor. He backed up into the wall as a pool of blood formed around maka.

"No. No! Not again, please no not again!"

"Yes, again." maka's corpse rasped.

"No!"

He blinked and instantly he was back in the bed, everything was what it was before.

"Now come on breakfast is waiting."

"I'll be right there." he called meekly.

As soon as maka had walked out of the room he leaped out of bed. He turned to the window and opened it wide. He quickly stepped out and began to climb down the wall of the apartment complex. As soon as his feet hit the ground day turned to night once more!

"Crona..." maka called in a sing song voice.

He turned and ran down the street, he didn't stop running until he felt he was safe. He looked up into the sky and saw that the moon was black and the nights a deep red. He continued to wander death city, searching for a way out when suddenly.

"Crona, come on Crona. Please answer me!"

Crona searched for somewhere to hide, he saw an open door and dived in closing it behind him. He was in a well lit corridor, a red carpet stretched out before him. He walked for what seemed like days before he finally came across a large room. As he stepped inside he heard a very familiar voice.

"Welcome home Crona." medusa said as she stepped from the shadows.

"M-Medusa!" Crona stuttered as he turned to leave, but the door he had come in through was gone.

"You know what you have to do Crona." medusa snarled pointing at a massive black dragon. "DEFEAT IT!"

Crona turned and ran as the dragon breathed fire straight for him. He ducked into the shadows of the room as the dragon continued to chase him. He suddenly found another door, he flung it opened and went inside. He realized too late that this was the room that he had spent most of his life in. he turned to find the door had closed behind him. He knew it was locked, it was always locked.

"Well at last i'm safe in here."

A low growl rumbled in the shadows. He turned to see a smaller dragon sitting near the far wall. The dragon slowly began to creep forward, with each step it took it grew larger and larger. Soon it once again towered over him, but then it's form changed and became Ragnarok! Ragnarok raised a black sword that appeared in his hands high over his head.

"Bye, bye little one." he snickered.

He brought the sword down and everything went black. Crona opened his eyes to find he was in the black blood room again. But this time there are others in the room. They seem to be celebrating as they gathered around something in the middle of the room. He pushed his way through the crowd to see what they were all looking at. A dead body that looked like Crona was lying on a slab of granite. Standing in front of it was Maka, marie and Ragnarok. Both girls were smiling like they were happy, glad even that he was dead.

"My friends, we are here to celebrate, on this most beautiful night, Crona's death. The demon sword never got anything that he wanted in life, no one ever cared about him. Except for Maka that is."

Maka leaned down and kissed the corpse lightly, causing many people to laugh.

"Ah, yes. His mother never loved him. He has been shunned by the world over. And now we dance upon his grave, to show how much we care for him." Ragnarok chuckled, a sadistic grin spreading across his face.

"Ah I see that our guest of honor is finally here!" he said pointing at Crona. "Let us bury him properly!"

"Yes, put him in the coffin!" Maka cheered as they brought out a glass coffin.

"Come on Crona, it'll all be over soon." marie mused as she dragged him over to the open coffin and forced him in.

They slammed shut the lid and began to carry it to an open grave in the floor. They set him down inside the grave. Ragnarok stood over him as he began to pile dirt onto the coffin. Crona was left to slowly suffocate in the darkness. Crona closed his eyes waiting for it his life to end. But for some reason he didn't die, he was sure he was out of air by now. So why wasn't he dead? He started to hear someone call to him.

"Crona, wake up!"

"No, go away! I'm not doing this anymore!"

"MAKA CHOP!"

Crona opened his eyes to find that he was in the death room, with a serious headache.

"Is this real?" Crona whimpered.

"Of course it is!" lord death said standing behind Maka, his mask still cracked and damaged.

"You had us worried there for a while Crona." Maka said giving Crona a hug.

"Thanks." Crona said hugging her back.

As they were heading home Crona suddenly stopped.

"What's wrong crona?"

"Maka I-I want to ask you something."

"What is it crona?"

"D-Do you like me?"

Maka stepped close to him and before he knew it she kissed him.

"Does that answer your question?"

"Yes, it does." he said smiling lightly as he kissed her back.

Maka smiled at him before gently grasping his hand and leading him back to her apartment.

"Come on Crona, you can stay at my apartment tonight." She said, giving him a warm and gentle smile.

Crona sighed softly in content, slowly lying back on Maka's pillows. He reached out and gently wrapped an arm around Maka's bare waist.

"I love you…" He murmured softly, reaching up and gently caressing her cheek.

Maka sighed softly in content, gazing up at him lovingly.

"I love you too…" She whispered to him before gently laying her head down on his bare chest and drifting off to sleep.

He opened his eyes to find himself in the black blood room once more. Ragnarok sat at the piano, playing yet another haunting tune.

"welcome back crona." ragnarok said.

"no! No not again!"

"yes crona, you see i'm not going anywhere. So we can just keep doing this little dance again, and again-"

and again...

So that is my first attempt at a horror story, hope you all enjoyed it! Just for clarity most of this story is Crona's nightmare. And in fact this story is only the first of my new nightmare series. So please review. Also suggest whose nightmares we should see next. BUH BYE NOW!