Random One shots

Chapter 1: Tapping

Content warning: Depictions of stalking, implied drugging and mentions of blood

A/N: First one of many to follow, watch this be more consistently updated than my other book 😶🖐🏼

You just couldn't stand the tapping.

Where does it even come from? When did it even start? All you knew was at some random points at night you'd woken to hear tapping in your night-filled room. The origin of the tapping was still a mystery, periods of the irritating noise were short- they'd die down moments after you process their presence.

It was unnerving to say the least, goosebumps pricking your skin as you shivered. You'd turned your room upside down in the day but nothing was found that could be the source of the tapping.

Some days there'd be no tapping, other days it'd be loud and others quiet and almost inaudible. Friends and family brushed off your paranoia as sleep deprivation or overworking.

They just didn't get it.

They didn't get what you were going through.

Tonight was one of the quiet nights, silence pouring into the room as you sigh and relax your tensed muscles. Eyelids drooping as sleep crawled up to your the depths of your brain, a soft smile adoring your features before you drifted off.

"Well don't you just look so chipper?" a hushed voice spoke to your sleeping self. Their hand trawling up your face gently as they gazed down at your knocked out figure. Right arm dangling over the side of your bed as the stranger caressed your features silently. Each touch to your skin was ghostly and cautious- the individual afraid to wake you up.

Their eyes cast to an empty glass discarded on your shelf, tutting at your messiness before carefully grabbing the glass and making their way downstairs to place it in the sink. You tossed and turned briefly, causing  the stranger to freeze momentarily before hurrying to your kitchen once you'd settled again. Swiftly making their way back upstairs the person yet again approached your bedside, kneeling down to press your hand to their cheek, sighing at your touch.

"Soft and supple, ah your touch warms my skin even if your hand is cold as ice," the stranger babbled as they nuzzled their cheek to your palm. Your body stirred slightly and you sat up, rubbing your eyes to see your blackened room.

Didn't I just hear someone?

You shrugged your shoulders to yourself and snuggled under the blankets, the unusual silence of your room lulling you back into sleep. The stranger grinned widely at you from the shadows in your room, before they seemed to melt away into the darkness.

Sunlight cascading into your room you awaken and yawn tiredly. Getting out of bed, your feet padding against the floor as you make your way downstairs for breakfast you notice your kitchen is clean? These dishes weren't done yesterday, or were they?
You shook off your confusion and reached into the fridge for milk to pair with your cereal. Grabbing the bowl you sit on your living room couch, munching on a spoonful of cereal before you switch on the tv, surfing through channels.

Settling on some nature show you happily munch and crunch on your breakfast, until something feels...off

Were your eyelids always this heavy?

A hand suddenly envelops the one holding your bowl, words muttered softly to your ear but your hearing would not process what was said to you. Darkness taking you away into a slumber, the figure chuckles at your now sleeping form, praising themselves for predicting perfectly on how to drug you.

Ah what time is it...wait...why can't I move my arms? Or my legs-?

"Ah are you awake now dear?" a voice lulls your attention from your restricted state, your gaze locking with eyes in the shadows of your room. Hands and feet bound to a chair as your heart pounds out of your chest. A burning sensation takes over your lower left leg as a scream if ripped from gour throat.

"Answer me when I'm speaking dear, I hate to be ignored," the figure had slit open a line on your ankle, blood dribbling down as tears began to form in the corners of your eyes. The figure seemed to notice your state and hurriedly dropped the blade in their hand and moved their bloody palms to your face. Wiping away your tears they attempted to whisper sweet nothings to your ears, kissing at your cheeks.

All you felt was the warm blood, your warm blood now trickling down your face. Softly begging to be released you were met with denial and reluctance. "I'm afraid I can't release you my precious little pet," despite how close you were you couldn't make out your captor's features. They had darkened your room to hide themselves in the shadows but their touch was human.

Well, you hoped it was.

Their palms began to slip away from your cheeks as they had now started to disappear into the darkness. Without hesitation you begged and pleaded for them to stay, what was wrong with you? Was it fear of abandonment? Your captor left no response to your cries for company.

Their eyes disappeared into the shadow cast down by your wardrobe, tears pouring from your own as you sobbed. The blood on from your ankle wound kept you warm, if only a bit. Through your sobs, tapping, could be heard. Was it to lull you? To silence you? To threaten you?

Strangely, this tapping seemed to calm your nerves as your sobs died down, a hand caressing your face once again before your eyelids shut.

The creature grinned widely at you, kissing up your hand to your cheek, then pressing a brief kiss to your lips. Their eyes locked on your restrained body, pupils dancing around your helpless figure. You really were a beauty in their eyes, you were their deity. Their now clawed hand trailed down your left leg, cutting open lines as they were quick to bend down and lap up your blood. Humming and praising you and your silent form, their free hand tapping against your bed, ensuring that whatever dream you were within currently kept you there, for the creature was hungry and did not want to be disturbed.

You may be its deity, its savior and love, but not even you will be allowed to get in the way of feeding time.

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Let me know how this was and if any grammar is wrong or the story's flow is a bit weak I did write this at midnight because I could. I like how I've started another book when I barely update my others.

I've also got my gcse's next month so updates will be rarer thsn they ever were before sorry :(