Rattlebones (bxbxb)

Darcy's Room

Contrary to popular belief, I had spent my life knowing early on that I was born different.

While the other boys had been playing sports and had started falling for cute girls, I had been on the sidelines looking at said boys. 

Wondering when it would be their final moment,

If they would collapse in writhing heaps and cease to exist in a matter of seconds. 

There had been no doubt in my mind that I was destined for something more than childish love affairs. And that if someone were to love me, that they would have to love all of me. All the darkness and despair, and my endless contempt for the human world.

I didn't want to just kiss and hug, no. I wanted to burn with my lover on a stake of desperation.

I head back upstairs once the cop leaves and my mothers are done celebrating me coming out of the metaphorical closet. I think they really wanted me to be more excited about it, but all I felt was exhaustion. I needed to recharge, badly. And I wanted Eugene to hold me in his arms while I fell asleep.

"Eugene? I'm back." I open the door to my bedroom and I slip inside.

My room was as strange and obscure as I was, and I had spent several years raiding the Halloween bargain bin to make it as eerie as possible. I prided myself on the dark walls crammed with horror memorabilia and heavy metal posters. And my bookshelves were bursting with macabre reading material. It was honestly my favorite place in the house to escape the world when I was feeling like shit.

Eugene doesn't answer, and I feel my stomach do a flip when I spot him sprawled out on my bed in between the tombstone pillows and black and white sheets. He's so still that it almost looks as if he's dead all over again.

"Eugene?" 

I go over and I crawl onto the mattress with him, seating myself on his lap. 

I touch his chest, feeling the rough stitches through his T-shirt where Iggy must have sewn up the hole at one point. The veil of death hadn't taken away his strong physique, and he looked better than ever. "Eugene, are you okay?" I whisper. 

Eugene turns his head a little and then he cracks open his eyes to peer at me. "I'm just tired, Darcy." He mumbles, and then he moves to prop himself up on his arms. "What happened downstairs?"

I feel everything in me grind to a halt as I'm suddenly caught between telling Eugene about his uncle or completely keeping him in the dark. Did he need to know? Or would it just worry him more than usual?

"Nothing much," I answer finally, and then I lean back on Eugene's lap, my legs tucked up on either side of his hips. "My parents just freaked out about me leaving to the cabin and called the cops."

"Oh, yeah?" Eugene stares up at me, and his eyes look like liquid honey in the dim lighting. "Did you tell them that you're into guys or did you chicken out again?"

"Oh please, I'm not that pathetic." I scoff and then I look away.

Eugene reaches up and he takes me gently by the stubborn chin, turning my head so that I'm looking at him again. "We didn't finish what we started downstairs." He whispers softly.

I feel my lips and other parts of me tingle at the memory.

Was it betraying Iggy if I slept with Eugene Wilder? Could I sleep with Eugene Wilder?

I reach down and I slide off my shirt for him, then throw it as his hands reach to open the front of my pants, popping open the button. Our mouths crush together, the taste of him sweet as he enters my mouth with his tongue. It's rough, hot, and I want more. 

Eugene pulls down my pants and I kick them off the rest of the way, panting as our kisses grow more frantic. Then quite suddenly, I'm pinned beneath him, reaching for the front of his jeans. 

His hands stop me before I can, and I squint up at him.

"What is it?" I whisper. "What's wrong, Eugene?"

"Don't worry about it. I want this to be about you." He assures me quietly, and I quickly realize what's going on. 

Without Iggy, Eugene couldn't function. The tiredness? The way that he was limper than a cold hot dog? It was all starting to make sense.

"No, Eugene." I push at his chest a little and he sits back up. "Something's going on, and I think it has to do with Igor. I didn't want to say anything earlier because I wasn't sure, but there are too many signs to ignore." 

Eugene runs his fingers through his curls, his cheeks flushed. He's frustrated, I can tell by the way his eyes darken slightly and his lips press together. "So what?" He asks me, his voice low and slightly rough. "Do you think he's some kind of Life Bringer? Don't we already have our hands full enough with you?"

I move to get out of bed and I grab my keys from the nightstand. "I don't know what the hell he is, but we're going to find out."

"Wait." Eugene follows me out of bed, "It's like three in the morning. Iggy's probably passed the fuck out."

"Time waits for no man, Eugene," I reply, and then I dig through my nightstand and search for some kind of weapon to use. 

Then Eugene's hand falls on my shoulder and I look up. "Come here," He tells me.

I drop everything that I'm doing and I stand up, still in my underwear. Never in my life had anyone been able to command me with such a force. I was usually the one who wore the pants, not the other way around.

So why did I feel compelled to listen to him?

"It can wait," Eugene assures me, and then he slides my boxers down, and I know that he's won. He has every little piece of me in his hands, and he knows that I can't fight him.

I don't want to fight him.