Demon Lovers (Pinhead And Chatterer)

Chapter 8

Grace hated parties.
Well she never been to one until now and she hated it. All she wanted to do is to hide in her bedroom, listen to music and read a book, or think about the strange dream she had.
She couldn't get those creatures out of her mind. Even though she couldn't see what they looked like properly, they were interesting.
Her dream had been a strange one. She never had a dream like it, a sex dream, if you could call it that. There was no sex, only tongue, fingers, hooks and chains.
The dream frightened her, but she was confused. She never experienced sex or masterbation, it always made her feel ashamed and embarrassed. She had tried it once but it was painful.bshe could feel the scars, every bump and rough surface, it was disgusting, she felt sick.
But the dream had left her wanting more. She was like a starved kitten begging for milk.
She could feel how wet she was getting, how wet they made her feel, they had marked her skin, with every bit of pain they gave her they mixed it with pleasure, it felt wonderful.
In her dream, she enjoyed been choked and having fingers pushed in the back of her throat,every time she gagged, it's fingers pushed in deeper. Did she use her tongue? She couldn't remember.
Then everything got to much, the open wounds been licked by the creatures, then removing a very long pin from it's head to restitch her back up with its own veins. It was painful.
She could feel the pain on her body throughout the day, like it was real. when she checked the wounds they were nearly healed.
Grace was grateful that Kirsty had woken her up. She was scared and curious what would happened next.
She was getting aroused by the second. She could feel her vagina muscles pulsing and aching. Her nipples were hard, she wanted to moan as her cloths rubbed on the sensitive bud.
And now, sitting at the dining table with family, old and new friends. She wanted tonight to be over so she could explore herself further.
The room had been spruced up for the party. Candles are burning on the table and mantelpiece, there are pictures on the walls.
They were all drunk, apart from Grace. A brandy bottle sits on the table between them and half a dozen other liqueur bottles besides.
A young man, Steve O'Donnell, has his eyes on Kirsty. Kirsty watches in amazement as he pops a cigarette between his lips and rolls in on his tongue and pops it into his mouth, and pops it back between his lips.
Grace laughs at them both. Her eyes went to Julia, who was sitting at the other end of the table. She looks miserable and a little drunk.
Larry is halfway through the tale about his hospital trip, much to the pleasure of the rest. His hand and lower arm is heavily bandaged.
"-always hated the sight of my own blood. I go out like a light. Anybody else? No problem. But mine...you know...goes straight to my head. Anyhow, this damn doctor's poking around, and I'm saying, I'm going to pass on out, and he's saying, no you're not. Next thing I know, I woke up on the floor."
Grace chuckles loudly,smoking a cigarette.
Julia watches her husband, unamused. She stands up. Everyone stops talking to look at her.
Larry stands up? "Are you alright?"
Julia nods. She leaves the room, to a chorus if good night's. Grace and Kirsty watch her go as she leaves the room.

Julia walks along the landing, while the laughter dies down as she reaches the top floor. She hears something move in the attic bedroom. She stops, puzzled. She approaches the door and steps inside.
The sound of laughter cuts off. But there is another sound, a shifting sound in the corner of the bedroom.
Julia reaches for the light switch, and turns it on. The bulb has been broken. She stares around Grace's bedroom trying to make sense of the shadows.
Nervously, she approaches the wall, on which streaks of light from the window.
"Who's there?"she whispers.
She stands still,eyes wide in the gloom. On the far side of the room, a movement in the shadows. Julia almost retreats, but something keeps her staring into the murk, as something-the remnants of a human form made of twisted, blistered strands of flesh, raises it's head. It's squatting against the wall. It's eyes, however, have life in them and hunger.
"Julia." It said in pain.
"Oh my God." She cries in shock.
"Don't look at me."
"Who are you?" She gasps.
"I said, don't look."
Julia looks away.
"Help me." It demands.
"Tell...me...who...you...are."
"Frank."
Her posture stiffens. Her face registers horror and disbelief. "No. God, no."
"Believe me. It's me. It's really me."
"What happened to you?"
"His blood...on the floor...it brought me back."
"Back from where?" She demanded.
"Just help me, will you." Frank begs.

Larry has just finished his story. He's drunk. Kirsty is also drunk and Grace hasn't had a drop, giggling uncontrollably. Both girls whisper to each other. They both stand up.
"You're not going?" Steve asks Kirsty.
She looks at him? "Just upstairs." She staggered a little bit.
"Need any help?" He offers.
"No. I have...Grace with me."
"Huh?" Grace's eyes snap at Kirsty.
"You said you help me get up the stairs...remember?" Kirsty asks giving Grace a pointed look.
"Oh, yeah...slipped my mind. We won't be long."
They both leave the room and step into the hallway. They both burst out laughing.
"You like him." Grace sang.
"He's cute." Kirsty replies truthfully.
Grace helps a drunk Kirsty up the stairs so she can use the bathroom. Kirsty smiles to herself. Grace can't stop thinking about the dream and the creatures. Kirsty enters the bathroom leaving Grace in the hallway.
"Are you staying tonight?" Grace asks.
"No. I think I'm going to head off home soon."
Grace smirks. "With Steve?" She teases.
The bathroom door opens, Kirsty stumbles out blushing. "Might do."
Grace laughs loudly and goes to the bathroom. After going to the toilet, she looks at herself in the mirror. Plain. A dull plain woman is staring back at her with a fucked up life. A plain woman with many piercings on her face, dark makeup and white foundation. Grace shakes her head quickly and plasters a huge smile on her face to hide away the pain she is in. She leaves the bathroom and leans against the wall with a sigh.
Kirsty looks at her sister. "Are you okay?"
"Tired. I think the tablets what the hospital gave me are kicking in." Grace explains.
Kirsty nods and gives Grace a smile. "Hopefully you will have a full night's rest, it'll do you good."
"I have been sleeping good. I've only had one nightmare so far. It's in my diary." Grace half lied.
They both stood there in silence. "Do you think we should get back to the party?" Kirsty asks.
"Sure. I'm only going because you and Steve entertain me."
They walk across the landing, they both realise that there's somebody ahead of them, in the darkness.
"Hello?" Grace calls.
Julia moves bout of the shadows into a patch of ligh.
Kirsty frowns. "Oh, it's you."
Julia doesn't smile.
"Are you alright?" Grace asks with some concern.
Julia's eyes change. It makes boh young women uneasy.
A voice calls Kirsty from below. They are both relieved at the interruption.
"Here." Kirsty calls downstairs. She grabs Grace's hand and pulls her downstairs.
Grace looks back at Julia who steps back into the darkness. What was she doing in the attic bedroom?
They both meet Steve in the hallway.

Julia goes back into the attic bedroom. Frank crawls from underneath his daughters bed.
"You can't leave me like this. Please, you cant." Frank begs her.
"What do you want me to do?"
"The blood brought me back. I need more or I'll slip back..."
Julia stares at Frank. She is appalled at the choice before her.
"...you have to do it...we can be together, just like we used to...will you help me?"
Julia smiles. "Yes. I'll do it."