Short Stories

Churchyard

"he told me I belong in a churchyard"

His eyes were grey to match the gravestones. Cold to match the air. Storming to match the sky. He stood over me as I knelt and the coarse pale grass with my head bowed, my eyes down, my throat choked. The black birds screeched all around me.

"You are nothing," he told me. "You freak. You belong in a churchyard, begging for forgiveness of your cruel sins."

I lapped up all up, believing his every word. Though he was the cruel one, face like an angel, lip curled in disgust as he stared down, jagged stone eyes cutting through me like twin blades. My own eyes stung with hot tears. I hugged my arms around myself and grasped tight. "Why?" I rasped, my voice twisted with sadness.

He bent down before me and smiled that crooked, warm smile that I had come to love. I saw the soft lips that I had kissed, the dark hair I had tangled my hands in, and the memories hurt. "You know why," he said, softly, pityingly, gently, dripping with wet liquid. "You don't belong anywhere else. You don't belong in my life. You have done so much terrible wrong, and you know, deep down, that you must be punished."

But I didn't know that. And from the way he was talking, the way way his voice was entrancing me all over again, it made me feel as though I should. But now was not the time for hopeless wishes. I was shaking, afraid of what I was about to say.

"And what if I'm glad to get away from you?"

All of a sudden my cheek was stinging with pain as a crack like a whip rang out across the silent graves. I raised trembling fingers to where he had hit me and caught sight of his face, darkened as if storm clouds passed over him, beautifully angry.

"How dare you," he murmured dangerously. "Insolent little cheat."

He moved purposefully, murderously, towards me and I held up my arms in fear to stop him, but instead he was kissing me, his mouth burning mine like flames, tongues over teeth over lips, and my mind went blank with pure terror. This was far worse than any blow. His hands were moving, tracing from my back, my hips, then slowly sliding upwards, sending me into violent shivers. It was vile, and I wanted break away, but my body still craved his touch and his taste. Emotion roared within me, fiery and raging. Our kiss was filled with a dark poison of loathing and desire. I stamped and punched out in desperation and heard him cry in pain, shoving me back onto the ground.

He spat blood onto the grass and glared at me, black seeds of hate blossoming in his gaze. I panted, torn between pain and longing for him, unsure even which was which. I knew my eyes must be heavy with lust as I looked up at him. My arm were grazed and bleeding from the fall.

"You see?" he hissed. "You may try to walk away from me, but you will never get far. You'll always come snivelling back, begging for my love." He smiled leeringly, face twisted. "You can't help it. You're nothing. You're no one. And you will die that way, buried in an unmarked grave with not even the crows to rip out your eyes."

Every word was like an arrow peircing my heart. I ached with hurt as he spat at my feet and walked away hate and fury surrounding him like a cloud, leaving me with just the solemn gravestones and the screeching black birds for company. Finally, the tears streamed down my face, and I put my head in my hands and sobbed, heart cracking in two, crying for the pain, the anger, the fear, and most of all, the knowlegde that I could have helped. It was my fault, I was certain now. If only he'd let me. But I was tainted by his storm of red and black raging energy, nothing but agony and regret within me now.

He may be gone now but I knew he would haunt me forever.

I'm sorry if it's bad. I wrote it in the middle of the night. And just so you you know this is the second story in my project, where I'm aiming to write something for ever single AURORA song there is. Two down, a lot more to go. :)