"LUCILLE!" His voice thundered over the sound of the piano, startling me.
I turned to see him standing with his fists balled up, and his teeth pressed tightly together, like a spoiled child being told no for the first time.
"Lucille? Who on earth is Lucille?" I said, playfully.
"Stop Fucking With Me!" He seethed, throwing a crumpled up piece of paper by my feet.
"How long have you been playing this sick little game? Huh?! What have You done with August!?"
"Oh, He's still here, I'm keeping him under control. At least until I'm able to get that little bitch out of here."
"You've done some vile shit, Lucille! But this!?! This is a whole new low for you!" He hissed, as he walked aggressively closer to me.
"And what will you do, Thomas? Have me arrested?" I couldn't help but laugh at his absurdity.
"Can't you see? This is for our own good. We can be together again."
I lifted my hand to cup his face, but he slapped it away.
"Stop Trying to manipulate me, Lucille! I told you long ago that there is no Us! I'll never feel anything for you beyond what a brother is meant to feel for his sister!"
His words cut me deeply, but, I knew that once we were rid of the McMichael's, things would eventually fall back into place, as they've always done.
"You don't mean that..." I said.
"Let him go, Lucille! This ends now!" He demanded
"Oh I will." I assured him.
"Right outside the gate, whenever I'm finished. You don't command me, Thomas. This is MY house."
His eyes glistened an angry black, as he thrusted his hands into my throat.
"HOW LONG HAVE YOU KNOWN!?" He screamed, his hands tightening with every word.
"HOW LONG WERE YOU PLANNING TO LET THIS CONTINUE!?" He hissed, as I clawed at his knuckles.
Known what?! What was he talking about!?
"You twisted Bitch! You disgusting Cunt!" He continued to spit curses at me, as I struggled to free myself. It took all I had to wedge my leg between us, and eventually kick him away.
"What are you talking about!!?" I gasped, rubbing my nearly collapsed wind pipe.
"Sybil! How could you be so cruel as to let me continue to murder the only love I'd ever known?!"
How dare he...The only love he's ever known!? That ungrateful little snake! She's poisoned him against me, she's seduced him and muddied his mind into believing that our love was never real. All the blood spilled to keep our love alive, all the heartache and sacrifice. All of it a Waste! I'm through! I'm finished playing these stupid games! I'm through with being nice! I WANT THEM OUT! NOW!
"Fine...you leave me no choice, Thomas..." I hissed, holding back the tears that burned behind my eyes.
I pushed past him, heading toward the stairs.
"Storm or no storm...She's gone!"
"No, Lucille!" Cried Thomas, as he grabbed my shoulders and pulled me back.
"I won't let you hurt her!" He proclaimed, as he tackled me to the ground.
"What Will you do, Thomas? Kill me?!" I laughed, as we tousled together on the floor.
The only drawback to possessing a body is the ability to feel the hosts pain. With every punch, cut, or broken tooth that Thomas inflicted onto August's face, I felt the brunt of it all.
I felt powerless, Thomas, though fully manifested, seemed almost impervious to pain. I couldn't wound him, nor make him bleed.
I was at a disadvantage in this body.
I had to release him, release August so that I might stand a chance.
Once I had made the decision to leave August's body, I could feel myself lift away from him.
After I stopped wasting the energy it took to hold on to my host, I was fully able to concentrate it into fending off Thomas.
I manifested behind him, as he continued to pummel August's limp body.
It took him but a second to realize I wasn't there anymore, and when he turned to face me, I plunged my nails into his eyes.
"Why!? Why Do You Force Me To Do This, Thomas!"
I was able to overpower him, and before long I had him pinned to the floor beneath me.
"I LOVE YOU! WHY CAN'T YOU SEE THAT!?" I sobbed.
With my hands wrapped tightly around his head, I began to bash it against the rotting wood planks beneath us.
"IT'S ALWAYS BEEN US! *Bash*
YOU AND I! *Bash* TOGETHER! *Bash*
THAT IS HOW ITS ALWAYS BEEN MEANT TO BE! *Bash*"
With every hit, thin crimson clay pooled around his head, resembling blood. It Splashed up onto my face as I relentlessly beat him. How could he not just let me have him!? How could he take my love for granted when everything I ever did was for him! To protect Him! To keep Him! He was going to learn, once and for all, That I am all he has!
I could hear the faint sounds of splashing behind me, when I turned to look, there was August's battered body standing by my piano. He struck a match and looked me dead in the eyes.
"Fuck you..." he mouthed, inaudibly.
"AUGUST! NO!"
Before I could stop him, he dropped the lit match onto my piano, sending it up in flames.
My whole body felt as if it was on fire as I collapsed to the floor.
"THOMAS!!! THOMAS HELP ME!" I cried, as my body began to fade.
As the piano burned, I could feel my very soul being ripped away from this plain of existence. The agony...its indescribable.
"Thomas!..."
The very last thing that I was aware of....Was the scent of my spirit being charred by the flames.
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Crimson Lace: A Crimson Peak love story (Thomas Sharpe)
Paranormal*COMPLETED* Sybil McMichael was happy to accompany her husband, August, to the place his grandmother, Edith Sharpe, wrote about in her most famous Novel. Once there, she finds that her husbands intentions were fueled by more than mere childhood curi...
