Girls love Girls Short Story Collection

Beautiful nightmare (gothic)

I took a sharp breath, my hands involuntarily flying to my throat, helplessly trying to rip away the filthy hands that clung on me so tightly. I wasn't ready to die, not yet, not now. It couldn't be over. My heart drummed under my ribcage threatening to break out, shuttering the bones into a million pieces. I kicked with my feet, trying to hit the dark figure that pressed me against the rough surface of a cliff.

"Let me go," I choked but all I heard was a malicious laugh, spreading through my veins like a poison.
Rain was drenching my clothes, the icy wind whipping over my body like a cruel promise. A promise that there was worse to come.

The dark figure leaned in, his sharp scent of death burning my nostrils. "You will never leave again, darling."
I got slammed against the soaking rock with a crack, a bitter taste drowning my taste buds. I felt the thick liquid leaving my lips before my vision went black and I fainted into a silent darkness.

Red eyes hunted my in my restless sleep, coldness hugging me like a thick layer of snow. My memories flashed before my eyelids.
I had run away from home. Away from my controlling parents that had the possessive wish to wed me to a rich gentleman. Planning out my life as if I was just a lifeless ghost, with no soul, no desire to love nor feel. To surrender to a genuine touch with piercing affection rather than empty nothingness. So I escaped, running off into the dark woods behind the gray mountains that shimmered in the silver moonlight, vibrating with the storm that painted the landscape in shadows and whispers.
How did I dare to reach for more? What had it done?
My eyes fluttered open, an atrocious screeching noise tearing me from my fading thoughts of moments that had passed away, dying in the corner of my mind. Because now I was here, wherever this creature had brought me.
This wasn't a nightmare I could wake up from.
I tried to focus my tired eyes, my vision fogged. Dark brick walls surrounded me, towering over me in an intimating height. A candle flickered weakly, a glimpse of lights spilling over the dusty floor, coloring a barely visible orange line to a massive door.
My fingertips brushed over my lips, a sticky substance clinging on them in an instant. A metallic taste laying on my tongue.
A yelp escaped my dry throat when the thick door flew open, a tall figure entering the room like a shadow. I didn't recognise their face.

"The master would like to see you," the stranger rasped.
"Why me?"
"You are his prey he caught."
Without hesitation, the tall figure grabbed my arm harshly, tearing me down the corridor when I dropped to my tumbling knees.

The castle I was trapped in was glorious, crunching footsteps reverberating on those gloomy hallways.
I was dragged down black polish stairs, a crackling fireplace illuminating the dim hall. A large wooden table decorating the middle, delicate chairs rounding it.
The tall stranger threw me to the ground, my shaking hands instinctively feathering my body.
My eyes locked on the creature that had found me deep in the woods. He was sitting in a magnificat golden throne across the room, his lap warmed by a damsel, but life had long left her slim figure. Her head was tangling down like a puppet, her neck colored with deep holes. I lowed my gaze, my stomach flipping at the horrifying sight.
"No reason to look away darling."
Ice-cold soft fingers caressed my chin, her voice honeying my senses. Like an invisible force I couldn't avoid meeting her eyes.
My breath hitched.
Blood run down her pale throat like a river, her full plump lips glimmering in all the death she had caused. Her face shining in all the lives she already took. Her eyes a storm that unsettled me, thunders lurching out that struck me, sending shivers through my body like waves.
"Do you believe in myths," my father had once asked me. "Do you believe life can be sucked out of you?"
A death bringer, creature of the night, descendants of the devil but no one had ever told me that death had the most beautiful color. That smile dripping in red drops, socking in pure sunshine. No one had warned me how gorgeous she could be.
"Who are you," I stuttered, paralyzed my the death angel stroking my cheeks.
"Your deepest desire and worst nightmare," she smiled.
I felt the lump building up in my throat, swallowing hard at her words that seemed to electrify every cell in my weak body.
"Sister, don't you dare betray me. She belongs to me." His roar shock the ground, the terror whistling over the back of my neck, making my hair stand up.

The beautiful monster moved away from me, her eyes enlighten me one last time, like a fire crackling through my veins.
The master paced over, reaching me in an inhuman speed. He grabbed my wrist, his sharp gaze stabbing me like a pointed knife.

Where her eyes were piercing and beauteous, his were stony and dull. Where her touch was intoxicating and dangerous, his was unsettling and numbing. Where she inflamed desire and need, he caused disgust and hate.
Horror swallowed me.
My emotions raced in my soul, darkness and the strange conflict that had forced itself upon me tearing with incredible power. The things I craved putting me in distress, her vision blinding me.
In that very night, when the castle had fallen silent and the dust sunk to the stony ground, every noise disappearing between the shadows, I sauntered around the countless edges and corners. The cool autumn air covering my skin, fear clenching my muscles. A shudder vibrating through my body, scared that he could find me here.
A scream slipped over my lips, but a cold hand covered my mouth, whimpering against their palm. Eyes of the storm stroke my vision, my heart beat catching up.
"You should not pace around all alone."
Her raspy voice tickled my skin, her breath falling against my trembling lips.
"I am not alone," I breathed.
"I am nothing more than death. You shouldn't wish my company."
"Death had always followed me. I am tired of running away."
With a low sigh I slammed my warm lips against hers, my blood pulsating in my body, her sweet poison flowing through me.
When I felt so consumed by her, was I already dead? My hands found her sharp jawline, running my fingers over her painfully smooth skin. When she made me feel the most alive, was I a monster like her? I got lost in her nightmare, feeling completed and pure.
Affection in the most horrible sight.
When I stretched my limps just after a few hours had passed, and the moon light shimmered through the window, an out draining feeling grabbed me tightly. When the dim glow danced on the wall, panic swapped over me like rain, washing me in blood and tears. I jumped up in my restless sleep, my eyes flicking through the dusky room. Breathing in the stinging sense of decay. Heart thumbing like the clock of time, like the drops falling onto the grassy ground, dripping down the endless edges of the threatening cliffs, trees blowing in the wind, its orange leaves floating in the chill air.

I raised my head, just enough to spot three bodies, a loop hanging around their necks. Feet tangling right above me, one of them with a wooden dagger shoved right through the heart.
A noiseless scream exploded in my chest, my mouth hanging open wide.
I knew those three people. My brave dad, my sweet mom and my beautiful monster.
"Death won't come for you. Death will swallow you."
His voice shivered in the dark, sucking the last glimpse of light away.
Whipping the last air out of my lungs.