Demon Lovers (Pinhead And Chatterer)

Chapter 6

Julia enters the attic, that is now Grace's bedroom. The room is painted a deep red with newly polished and treated floorboards. The room didn't smell of mold or damp, it smelled richly of vanilla.
She walked towards the window and opened the curtains. Sunlight streams through the attic bedroom.

Flashback

A young Julia, is holding her wedding dress in front of her, displaying it.
"Well" she asks Frank.
"I don't want to see the dress." He tells her.
"But you said..."
"I don't want to see the dress." Frank repeated.
Julia let's the dress drop a few inches in front of her. She stares at Frank.
Frank stares back. He picks his lips. " You know what I want." He tells her.
Still she doesn't let the 'defence' that the dress offers - a reminder of her imminent marriage. She stares through, and there's an invitation in her eyes.
"I want you." He admits.
Now Julia let's the dress drop, putting it on the bed behind her.
Frank steps towards her. "That's better."
"What about Larry?"
"Forget him."
"And ... Grace?"
"If she says something she will know what's coming to her." He promises.
"She's just a little girl...."
Frank steps towards her and takes a hold of her. It shuts Julia up. She doesn't resist him, though there is barely disguised fear on her face. He puts his hands in her blouse.
The two are naked in bed, both sweating now.
Beneath them, the wedding dress, crushed under their weight.
Their love -making is not straight forward, there is an element of erotic perversity in the way Frank licks at her face, almost like an animal, his hands hold her too tight to be loving.
Nails digging into palms, sweat running down their torsoes.
Julia watched Frank, mesmerised and amused by his intensity; Frank almost pained by this desire to push the experience to the limit.
End

Down stairs, Larry, Grace and the two moving men try and get the bed upstairs.
"I say we chop this fucker up." Grace grunts, sweat covering her face.
"Grace. Language." Larry scolds.
Unaware, Larry's hand moves closer and closer to a nail sticking out of the banister.
Grace is next to Larry lifting from the bottom, her fingers and palms scraping the wooden frame.
"Grace, lift, while I take the weight..." Larry tells her.
Grace grunts. "I'm lifting, pops."
Larry backs towards the stairs and the nail.
"Damn it, will you take the ..."
The side of Larry's hand is impaled by the nail. He cries out. The weight of the bed, which he cannot relinquished, drives the nail deeper, and  gouges a long cut from the ball of his thumb to his wrist. Blood pours out.
"Christ!" He cries out.
He drops the edge of the bed, and disengages his hand from the nail upon which he's injured himself. He lifts his hand, from which blood is pouring.
The heavy bed drops, the wooden frame snaps and a thick sharp point sticks up. Grace hands slips, wooden splinters cut deeply into the skin of her hands.
Grace looses balance, goes forwards. The sharp pieces of frame that is sticking up cuts deeply across her cheek, down her neck and shoulders.
The moving men quickly move the now heavy broken bed and moves Grace. She's covered in blood. Bits of wooden bed is sticking out of her skin. She doesn't cry or scream. She is calm and unfazed.
Footsteps could be heard rushing down stairs. Kirsty stops in her tracks and screams in shock.
Grace is leaning against the wall at the bottom of the stairs, one of the removal men's top is covering her wounds.
"What happened." Kirsty asks.
"We don't know. One minute we were moving the bed and the next your father took off upstairs and them this..." He gesture's to Grace.

Larry climbs up the last set of stairs on the third floor, unaware Grace has gotten hurt.
"Julia...." He calls weakly.
Julia hears him. She crosses towards the door. Too late. It opens. Larry steps inside, blood pouring from his right hand.
"What have you done?"
"I cut myself."
Blood has started to drip, unnoticed to either of them, onto the floorboards. Heavy splashes. Larry looks sick; his face is clammy with sweat.
Julia stares at him without a trace of feeling for him on her face.
"Is it deep."
"I don't know. I haven't looked. You know me and blood."
"You're not going to faint." Julia tells him.
"Shit."
"Let me see." Julia asks.
Larry looks away as she unglued one hand from the other, and looks at the sound. Blood comes out faster, hitting the floor between them.
"It's going to need stitches." She tells him.
"I'm going to throw up."
"No your not. We'll get you to a hospital."
They both leave the attic bedroom and into the hallway and slowly go down the stairs. Kirsty meets them downstairs, she's covered in blood.
"Christ. What happened." Larry cries out.
"Grace was hurt. She's in the car." Kirsty explains.
"Can you drive?" Julia asks. Kirsty nods her head. " You will have to drive then, I'll have to make sure this one doesn't faint."
"Sure."
They leave the house, unaware what's about to happen.