Seal It With A Stitch

Revelation

Sorry this took forever and a half to get up life has a way of strangling any hopes of writing sometimes. This is a follow up of last chapter and in a certain persons point of view. Without further adieu, the story. Happy Reading!

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Having had quite the night, I decide to return to the mansion and thus, to Emalie. Sighing I materialize just inside the kitchen, I smirk remembering the first time meeting Emalie.

Good times.

I stare at the clock above the sink the hands frozen on three o'clock, I frown, a sour memory forming in the back of my mind of a deal I struck. If I, at the time, realized the trouble that “promise” would bring I would never have-

A whimper breaks through the silence of the house and I turn striding from the kitchen to freeze when my eyes land upon a trembling, sleeping Emalie.

My frown deeps but I remain unmoving. All humans have nightmares, nothing unusual.  Turning I decide to wander the rest of this piss hole, growing rigid when two little words reach my ears.

“Jeff, please!”  Ignoring the fact that she is in clear distress, I only want one thing, Jeff.  Without effort I appear in her dream realm smirking as my eyes land upon the couple.

“You have something I want babe, and I fully intend to rip it from your delightfully delicate body.”

I watch amused as Emalie, clearly terrified, tries to become one with the wall desperate to get away from her psycho-knife-wielding boyfriend. As entertaining as it is, for her health she really needs to stop backing herself into corners.

It makes her very easy prey and I would know . . . I frown returning my attention to the soap opera unfolding before me.

Her eyes dart about searching for any salvation and upon realizing no such thing exists for her she stares her tormentor in the eye, all hope dashed. Emalies’ body sags in defeat as a sob brings tears raining down her porcelain cheeks accepting the fact she stood no match physically.

“Ata girl! Now let’s do this nice and slow so we can both enjoy it.”  I must admit his laugh is quite fearsome almost feral but Emalie seems to get that lovable fire burning in her hazel orbs. I see her decision and apparently he has as well.

Jeff chuckles. “Aw come now, Emalie. Don’t be that way, think of all the fun we’ve had and it’s only up from here.”  She glares hatefully at the lack of hilarity in his sad joke. “Go to hell, Jeff.”  I couldn’t help but grin widely as she dives for him looking quite animalistic.

This just might be more amusing than I first thought.

He raises his shoulders in a passive shrug. “Been there, done that. Got any other insults, Miss Adams?”  She doesn’t react to his jibe instead reaching for the dagger clutched rather tightly in his left hand.

Clearly unamused he side steps her easily, Emalie stumbled to the floor, but forced her body into a roll straight to her feet and darts out the door. Smart girl.

A short laugh escapes me as I watch the scene play out before me. Jeff muttering curses to himself chases her into the hall and instead of taking the stairs, she leapt over the rail without hesitation.

I know she is hare-brained but that was just plain stupid. Shaking my head I wander out of the room after the two.

Eager to find out the outcome, I take my place next to Jeff.  Though landing completely flat footed she gasped trying to catch her breath. 

Staring at him from the corner of my eye, Jeff looked absolutely giddy as he regarded her ironic state. “It’s funny isn’t it?  Humans will do just about anything to escape death and you, my dear, are no exception.”   Jeff then jumped the railing to join her on the main floor landing positively cat-like, my eyes narrow.