My Life As Stacey Green.

Chapter 14

Bob's POV
Cautiously, I looked about my surroundings, white gleaming sand and lightly bronzed shells. Dreamy blue sky and luscious vegetation. "I never knew Spain looked this damn good!" I mewed, flumping off of the wrecks onto  Bitch's shoulder. A small opening lay about 30 metres ahead of me, it looked tempting to enter. "Shall we go in there?" Stacey asked meekly pointing towards the exit to the overly nice beach. I rubbed my grazed nose in apprehension and bit my lip. "Come on bitch maybe this Spain doesn't just hold pretty beaches maybe it holds pretty bitc...." I began before Stacey decided to slap me off her shoulder, why can't she accept I'm a ladies man? We slumped through the exit, I was cursing in vibrant vocabulary. What lay ahead of us was to beautiful to explain in words. A beautiful Spanish villa, white marble pillars, and red slate roof tiles. Small ivy and moss branches entwined themselves with the wooden railings that had scaled the house. I gaped. "Now can I see the gir...." Yet again she slapped me. "Is it empty?"  I asked worriedly. "Maybe someone can help us, maybe." Then I noticed several more identical houses surrounding it. "Just go in, I'm burning my arse off out here." I growled puffing out my chest looking sexy and  menacing. I sighed and stormed up to the door and  Stacey used the lion head shaped knocker. The door eerily swung open. A decaying corpse fell onto Stacey. I screamed, before pouncing at the dead body and scraped at it as I tried to haul it off her shaking figure. "Oh hello." Stacey exclaimed shaking an invisible mans hand, we then walked in Stacey being lead by some imaginary force. Inside was stuff of nightmares it looked like a Greek palace that had a bad maintenance job it was a crumbling, ancient house which had mould and weeds growing up through the floor boards. The walls were no longer white marble, they were rotting strips of wood which were cracking under the pressure of holding up the house. There was a rickety staircase leading to an upstairs that was emerged in darkness. I exchanged a look with Stacey and we stepped into the house. Suddenly, the door swung closed behind us, reminding me of a cliché horror movie. I was scared but it couldn't get any worse, it's not as if Terry could be held captive by the government about to be experimented on. I took a step forward, preparing myself to go into the darkness when I heard a whining scream . The sight I saw was terrifying, a eyeless zombie iced elderly man. I was terrified and my tail slipped between my legs and my sleek fur puffed up. Basically, I had become a massive fur ball that had been electrocuted, I bet Stacey wished she had a camera. She picked me up and cradled me in my arms while taking a step into what seemed like the everlasting darkness. Rotting stair boards creaked under the pressure of me and Stacey, which I honestly thought was rude, and the hand rail that Stacey was gripping seemed to break under her hand giving her splinters. Tentatively, we made my way up the wooden stairs and stood there frozen. An uneasy prescience surrounded me, as if we weren't the only living things in this place. The corridor was threateningly dim and I shuddered uncontrollably. "Bitch now I'm cold, can we just leave. I didn't know houses in Spain got cold like this. This isn't right please let's leave." I howled trotting along with his nose up in a serious inspection. But all Stacey saw was a beautiful Greek home. I meanwhile was seeing horrors of more assortments than a Cadbury's chocolate box. Blood streaked carelessly against the badly panelled walls. That's when I thought I might know a way to snap her out of it however she will probably kill me if it works. I was counting down in my head five, four, three, two, one and I leaped off  the rotting Floor with all the power I could muster  onto Stacey's  face. She finally snapped out of it after about 5 minutes of me clinging onto her face and called me a 'bitch' which is my word, my word and she called me it. The cheek!!! "Holy mother of pearl, where are we?" Then she finally began to stop hallucinating and begin seeing the hell around her.

Stacey's POV
Creatures lurked and loomed in the deep velvety shadows that lined the walls. No, it certainly wasn't a Spanish/Greek house, a scream barely escaped my mouth I was in so much shock. "Come on bitch!" Bob yelped before galloping off down the stairs. Then a creature flew forward, no it couldn't be, not the monster that haunted my deranged dreams, no it couldn't be, it was him standing there grinning at me in a malevolent silence. "Boo." He whispered before clutching my neck with his bony claws. "Noo!" Bob screeched. Gasping I tried to free myself, tears escaped from my eyes. "Please help me..." I gasped before slipping into the closest thing I ever experienced to death...

"Stacey, Stacey, STACEY!" A desperate voice gasped. I looked around, the building was made of thick twirling shadows, dead children's bodies littered the floor. A hellish looking women glided forward and grinned. She seemed flawless at first until I noticed her scars and faint tattoos that lined her collarbone. Locks of silky brown hair rolled off of her face and lapsed down her shoulders. Her dress was made with a crimson red silk which draped over her curvy figure. A rich Spanish laced her words. "Tell me your alright! None of the dead fools I've summoned will speak a  word of your current situation!" Her words were slurring as she spoke, as if she needed to be quick. "Mom?" I asked, trying to act confident. Her eyes were ablaze, a fire was evident in the depths of her soul. "Are you OK?" She asked as if she actually cared. She had abandoned me and now she was worried. She could have at least left a picture of herself."No. Why would I be alright after you abandoned me, what the hell?! You leave me for 15 years and then you expect me to clean up after you and your crappy messes. Why did you bring the Lazerous after me?! Why would you do that to me?" I hisses, every inch of exasperation and malice I could muster filling my voice. She glared into my eyes fiercely and swooped over to me a furious anger behind her fiery eyes. "You think I intended to do that!? You have my sister hungry for my blood? You think that..." I cut her off bluntly. "Lazzelle is your..." I trailed off into a mumble. "Yes." She grinned before turning her back on me. "Oh and by the way, you have a brother."

Then I awoke to the sight of Spanish nurses fussing over me.

Authors Note
Sorry this chapter took forever, we will try and update more over the half term. Thanks for getting us to 400! Maybe we could get 500? Stay fabulous xxx