Immaculate

Not a prank.

Sang's POV

I stretched, feeling deliciously languid, the slight soreness between my legs a reminded of how I had given myself to Victor. I could hear his light snores from beside me and I hugged myself in delight. I felt amazing and I loved waking up hearing him beside me. I remembered how he had made love to me, been so gentle with me, and then he had hugged me tightly, whispering to me quietly. He had worried at first that I might regret it, but I quickly told him that I would never regret it. Then he had been worried that it had hurt me, I had reassured him that it wasn't a pain exactly and that I was sure that with more practise that would go completely. He had chuckled at that, offering his services towards any practising I wanted to do. We had cuddled for awhile until finally we had dressed in sleep clothes again and fallen asleep cuddled up together.

I turned my head when I realised that it was only Victor with me. We had been expecting North and Luke to come back but there was no sign of them in the room. I slid quietly from the bed careful to not disturb Victor. I checked my phone but there was no messages, it was still early as well.

I left the room and went downstairs and into the kitchen. I set my phone on the kitchen side and got a glass of water. I stood at the kitchen window, looking out over the back garden. I knew Mr Blackbourne was considering getting someone in to landscape the garden. Dr Green had instantly come up with several different ideas and I realised how much he liked gardening. I looked out over it now, trying to image what Dr Green had said about flower beds and.... I stopped and leant forward a bit.

The trampoline looked wrong, but I couldn't figure out why. The middle looked as if it was sagging, which was wrong. I put my glass down and went to the back door. I wondered if an animal had got onto it and couldn't get back off, like a cat or something.

I reached out, unlocked the back door, and without thinking, I opened it and walked through. Two things seemed to happen at once. I had broken the electrical circuit and set the house alarm off, at the same time something landed on my head that spilled right over me, making me gasp. In reaction I had closed my eyes and brought my hands up to protect myself, it was freezing cold and wet, and for a split second I wondered if Marie had emptied a bucket of water over my head, except when I opened my eyes everything was red.I looked down at my hands in stunned surprise, not sure how to react; but it wasn't water, it was red water? Paint? I moved my fingers and in utter horror I realised it wasn't paint, it was blood.

I screamed, or at least as close to a scream as I could get. The house alarm was still shrilling out as I stood there staring down at the blood that coated me. Now I could smell it, the dank, copper smell of old blood and I felt sick. I was covered from head to foot, it dripped down my face, my hair, my body. The shrilling stopped suddenly and then another type of screaming started. I turned, Marie was in the door, her hands on her cheeks in utter horror as she stared at me, her mouth open.

"Sang! Marie, get out of the way!" I heard another voice and saw Victor moving her to the side so he could get to me. He stumbled to a stop, horror showing on his face as he looked at me. I stood there, shock making me unable to do anything but stare at the blood on my hands.

"Oh my fucking god!" Marie had shut up the screaming. "What the fucking hell is that smell? What on earth is going on?" she demanded.

"Jesus," Victor had his phone to his ear as he stepped forward towards me. I instantly stepped backwards, if he got too close he'd get covered in blood. Oh my god, I was covered in blood. Why was I covered in blood? My brain was struggling to function, to make any sense of the situation.