Love Bites: Horror Icon Scenarios

When They Learn More About You

Carrie:

Carrie had always been a quiet observer, blending into the background at school as much as she could. So, when she started spending more time with you, she couldn't help but notice how different you were from everyone else. You didn't try to fit in, didn't laugh at the cruel jokes, didn't shy away from her like the others. You saw her.

One afternoon, the two of you found yourselves at the edge of the town park, the sun casting long shadows as it began to set. You leaned against a tree, fingers brushing through the grass as you absentmindedly plucked blades between your thumb and forefinger. Carrie sat beside you. Like always, she tucked into a tight little ball - knees folded under her chin, peeking up you from beneath her eyelashes.

"So," she began, her voice barely a whisper, "I've been wondering...what made you come over to me that night at camp? Why did you...why did you choose me?"

You glanced over at her, catching the way her eyes darted away as soon as they met yours. It was a simple question, but one that seemed to carry more weight than she intended. You exhaled slowly, thinking back to that first night by the fire.

"You just...looked like you needed someone," you replied honestly. "I know what it feels like to be alone, to not belong."

Carrie blinked at you, surprised. She had always assumed you were confident and comfortable in your own skin. But your words hinted at something deeper, something she hadn't realized.

"I've moved around a lot," you continued, the words coming more easily now that you'd opened up. "My dad's job keeps us relocating, so I never really had the chance to make close friends. Every time I start to settle in, we move again. It's lonely."

Carrie's brow furrowed, her lips parting as if she wanted to say something, but no words came. Instead, she shifted a little closer, her knee brushing against yours. The touch was brief, but it sent a shiver of warmth through you. She didn't pity you, she simply knew that pain.

"And here I thought I was the only one who felt out of place," Carrie murmured, her voice soft. "You always seem so...sure of yourself."

You chuckled softly. "Not always. I guess I'm good at faking it." Tucking your hair behind your ear, you shrugged. "Most people at school are, actually."

Carrie's eyes widened slightly, and she tilted her head, studying you with an intensity that made your heart race. For a moment, neither of you spoke, the air between you heavy with unspoken understanding. Then, quietly, she reached out, her hand trembling slightly as she placed it gently over yours.

"You don't have to fake it with me," she whispered.

Your breath caught in your throat. Carrie's touch was hesitant, like she wasn't sure if it was allowed, but the gesture made your chest tighten with something warm and unfamiliar. You squeezed her hand, feeling her skin give beneath you. She felt so...fragile and small. You wanted to wrap her up in your arms and never let go.

"Thanks, Carrie," you whispered, blinking away tears. "That means more than you know."

Queen Akasha:

In the cool silence of the palace courtyard, you stood before Queen Akasha, your sword resting at your side as the gentle breeze swept the evening air. The queen had summoned you for an evening stroll, though you suspected there was more to it than the mere tranquility of the night. You weren't sure what she wanted, but you had learned quickly that every moment with her was a test, a lesson, or a trap. 

She walked ahead of you, the moonlight casting an ethereal glow over her bare shoulders, her jewels shimmering with each delicate step. The sound of your sandals scuffing against the stone was the only noise between you, the silence charged with unspoken tension.