House of Blood

Chapter Twenty-One.

"Hey." Someone behind me said. Chucky climbed up onto the railing beside me, sitting down. I scoot away from him a few inches. He looked at me. "What? I don't bite." He said. "Hmm. You have your knife though. And you could push me." I reply. "Yeah. You have two, and you could push me, too." He told me. "I wouldn't. I don't hurt people for no reason. Shut up so I can enjoy the sunset." I pulled my phone out of my pocket as it dinged. 

Alex: U up?

Me: Ya, why?

Alex: Ur birb stole my bracelet.

Me: Fuck, just go over and get it. 

Me: You have my other key. 

Alex: O right.

I shook my head and put my phone back in my pocket. Chucky had gone back inside. I saw the Lost Boys leaving. "Off for a snack?" I asked. "Don't worry. We'll be back." Dwayne said, coming over and giving me a quick kiss on the cheek. I smile. "You better."  I told him. He waved and ran back over to the others. I went back inside, almost running into Michael, who picked me up and moved me. I growled and went down to the basement. 

I collapsed on my bed and found myself carrying a broken phone down the street, felt a knife in my pocket. I look at the blood on my hands. My heart was racing, breathing fast. It was warm outside. I started walking. I stopped in front of a house and tried the door. When it didn't open,  I kicked it down, stepping inside and going up the stairs. The inhabitant of the house looked at me. "Kieran? What the hell do you want? How did you get in, I know I locked the door." She said. I knew this woman. "Oh, God, what happened?" She said, taking in the blood. "This." I said, and pulled the knife back out of my pocket, plunging the knife into her chest, forcing it down and letting her insides spill out. I stood over the mess, and backed out. "Babe? You good?" A man asked. He was coming up the stairs. I ducked into an open doorway, then followed him into the bedroom. "Oh, God. Who are you? What did you do?" He asked. It wasn't much of a fight, but he tried to dodge the knife, until I caught him in the back of the neck. He died quickly. 

Freddy pulled me out. "'Sup, bitch." He said. I look down at my body. Still with blood on my hands. We were in the boiler room. I groan. "What? What do you want now?" I ask. He pretended to look offended. "I just wanted to hang out." He said. I almost rubbed my eye, but stopped when I remembered the blood on my hands. "And what do you mean 'hang out'?" I ask. "I'm joking, David told me to drag you outta your nightmare. Said when he tried to wake you up, you punched him." He laughed. "I'll let you out." The room went black.

I woke in my room, on my bed. I sat up. David opened the door and looked at me. "That was a good punch." He told me. I blush and look away. "Sorry." I told him. He shook his head and sat beside me. My tank top was soaked through with cold sweat. "It's fine- Ew." He said, retracting his arm from my shoulders. "You're wet." He told me. "Oh, really. I hadn't noticed." I said sarcastically. He kissed my cheek and let me get changed. I joined him on the couch, between Dwayne. "We should get some sleep.." Dwayne told David, kissed my cheek, and got up. I went upstairs. I found Michael right outside of his room, talking to Hannibal. "-He told me she kept having these nightmares- Hello Kieran."Hannibal said. Michael looked over. "He told you?" I ask. "Freddy?" He nodded slightly. I growl. "I told him not to tell anyone." "Now, calm down.. What are the nightmares about?" Michael signed. "I don't wanna talk about it." I said. "We want to help. If you don't tell u-" Hannibal tried, putting a hand on my shoulder. "I said, I don't wanna talk about it!" I repeat. He pulled back. Michael kept staring at me through the mask. 'You and me?' He signed when Hannibal walked away. I nod, following him into his room. He sat down on the edge of the bed and pulled me down onto his lap. He unzipped his jeans and tugged at the edge of my shorts. I let them come off and put it in, making him groan quietly. He bounced me on his cock, trying to get as much of it in as possible. I let a soft moan out and he kissed my neck, his mask off now. I reach around to touch him but he pushed away my hand and put his arms around my body. He continued to gently bounce me, making it so I didn't have to do as much. I leaned back into his chest and let him use me. He was getting a little rougher with me now and I tilted my head back to kiss his throat. He blushed and gave a soft squeak. I smile. "You like that..?" I ask quietly. He gave a tiny nod, then rolled us over so I was bent over the bed in doggystyle and he was standing, leaning over my back. His rough fingers ran down my spine. I came. He kept going, one arm now locked around my throat, choking me carefully. "Michael.." I whimper. He growled in reply. "You want me to let go?" He whispered. "N-no.." I bucked when he stopped. He gave a low chuckle and kept going. 

About an hour and a half later, he let me out from under him and I pulled my shorts back on. He lay back on his bed. I went back out to the sitting room. Bo sat down beside me.