Demon Lovers (Pinhead And Chatterer)

Chapter 11

It was five in the morning when Frank crawled out from under Grace's bed. He used his arms to pull himself up,his body propped up at the side of the bed.
Frank stared at his daughter. Unblinking, he studied her face closely. She looked so like her mother, but he could see himself in her. She had his lips and sharp cheekbones as well as the hair colour. It was wavey and no longer as birds nast. It was very thick and glossy.
His fingers traced the scars on her cheekbone. It was rough looking but very smooth to touch. It looked sexy, he loved scars especially on women he had marked.
Frank remembered giving her the scars. He remembered her cries, the taste of her blood. Warm. Sweet and innocent, but full of life. The kiss he gave her was inexperienced and innocent.
He groaned. His desire growing to have another taste. How much she teased him. Did she taste as sweet just like her mother? Would she fight like her mother? Would she brake just the same and cry out for God to save her, just like her mother. Nuns and Sisters were his favourite to target.
Grace was fast asleep, unaware a predator was close by. She lied there, it was an invitation in his eyes. So submissive.
Frank didn't care if Grace was his daughter, he still would fuck her. He wanted to break her, teach her how a woman should be, on their knees waiting to be fucked.
He leaned forward, his thin lips brushing her cheeks. His tongue flicked out like a snake licking her scar.
He inhaled her scent...vanilla.
Frank froze, moving backwards. She smelled familiar with a little bit of death. She smelled of them... The Cenobites.
But why?
She was human.
Anger bubbled up. She was his, not theirs. He marked her, he made her. But she was supposed to die. Is this how she survived?
Did they save her?
In hell, there had been rumours. A princes will rise, they say.
The Cenobites that took his to hell would tease him about his daughter, how beautiful she would be in pain and taste their pleasure.
The bedroom door opens. Julia silently steps inside and pauses as she sees Frank hovering over his daughter.
"What the hell are you doing?" Julia whispered harshly.
Frank could tell that she was jealous.
He smirked. "Looking." He replied.
Julia frowned. "Looking at what?"
"She has grown up so much. How many years have I been away?"
"Ten years." Came the reply.
"That long?"
"Yes. You have to hide, she have work in a couple of hours."
"What are you doing here?" Frank asked.
"Getting her up and helping you, remember" Julia replies.
Frank smiles. "Where does she work?"
"Larry got her a job at the cinema."
Julia watching as Frank looks at his daughter one last time. He slowly crawls underneath the bed. She shakes to death, hoping that Grace was fast asleep. She didn't want Grace to get hurt. Julia has to admit, she sort of liked the girl.
Calming herself down, she crosses the room and lightly shook Grace awake.
"Go away.... Shhh....there here....." Grace mumbles in her sleep.
Julia shakes Grace again with a little force. "Grace...."
"Hmmm...."
"Grace, get up. Larry wants to see you before he leaves. Your meeting Kirsty in an hour...."
Grace's eyes open. "Shit. Thanks Julia..." She turns her head and looks at Julia. Her eyes widen. "Wow."
"What? Do I look bad? Julia asks.
Grace smiles. "No. You look hot" Grace replies truthfully.
"Really." Julia asks feeling a little embarrassed.
"Really..."