Tea Time.

The Anniversary. ; Chapter Five.

So like, I had this done last week. And then Microsoft apparently decided it’d be peachy to obliterate all the material I had on this story. That means this written chapter, all previously written chapters, all the plans for up-coming chapters, songs and quotes, and like – yeah. The whole enchilada.

Sweet, right?

Fuck no.

So I had to re-do this whole chapter, and now I still have nothing for the forthcoming chapters. Great.

I’ve ditched all my plans for today and tomorrow, so I’m hoping to stay home and get this chapter banged out, another one that will be up around Wednesday, and two more chapters of The Blood Reincarnates, one coming up after this, and again on Wednesday.

How does that sound?

If it isn’t entirely satisfying, I don’t give a shit.

Maaaaybe, if you all commented and told me your opinion, recommendations, or really anything else, voted – not necessarily needed – , or shared this story with your friends, I’d be more influenced and inspired to write and update more! 

I’ll give up on myself if all you give up on me.

I’m honestly thinking of just putting three more chapters into this and calling it a short story.  Unless there is absolute evidence that anyone wants me to continue this story, it will end soon.

Annnnd, this is the chapter you generally find out what happened to Louise's parents, although it isn't too important.

Spiel over. Enjoy.

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                The day was coming to a drastic closure. We spent the day towns over, in a sweet little village of darling little people. They all had faces, but no names; Invisible to everyone but their own fellow neighbors and the Sunday church and shop people.

                We went on a killing spree in honour of the six year anniversary of my parents’ death, choosing this charming little village as our prey. We slashed, we chopped, we stabbed, we hacked, we slaughtered. We left a path of dead bodies all over the town, blood seeping over the walkways and splattering up the walls.

                It’s a Sunday, so the little village was quite busy with the markets, and Church in the morning hours. It is still tremendously fortunate of us to not have gotten caught. The whole day was entirely exhausting and we left as soon as the clock hit six. It’s a shame to say I kept teetering on the edge of sleep while coming home.

                Once arriving home, I nearly passed out. But I kept myself up long enough to pray for my beloved, take a short bath, and even change into night clothes. But the physical and emotional fatigue I was suffering from was consuming me and I finally submitted.

                A strange noise reverberated through the walls of a gorgeous petite cottage. Immediately after it sounded, a small girl around the age of eight or nine woke. She lifted her pretty little head up from her pillow and looked all around the room. She heard the noise again. It sounded as though someone was banging on the wall.

                She rose from her bed, her night gown flowing to her feet, and lightly padded to her door. As she was going to reach for the door knob, a new noise arose. A ‘crash’ of what sounded like glass was heard. She opened her door quickly, and ran to what appeared to be her parents’ room, where they lay still slumbering.

                She ran swiftly to them, and pulled lightly on the duvet covering them, saying quietly, “Mum? Papa?” The mother’s hand appeared, slowly crawling out from under the blanket, just to shoo away the little girl. The bang was heard again.

                The mother seemed to snap into reality at the moment, and sat up straight, looking at her daughter with big eyes. “What was that, Louise?”

                Louise looked to her mother and shook her head from side to side while shrugging her small shoulders, in a jester of not having a clue. The bang was heard again, this time with a low shout. The mother turned and ripped the blankets off the father, shaking him awake and whispering in his ear. He immediately arose, hurdling out of bed.

                He went to the fireplace on the far wall of the bedroom, and picked up a metal poker, tossing and rolling it in his hands, testing it. He then kissed his wife chastely on the lips, kissed Louise quickly on the head, whispered the single word, “Hide.” and left the room.

                The mother came out of the room, and took the girls hand, leading over to the large wardrobe that lay in the room. As she opened the doors, a yell proceeded by a loud gun shirt was heard. The mother yelped softly, and sucked her lips inside her mouth, tears coming to her eyes. She pushed the little girl inside and kissed her on the head, much as the father did.

                “Don’t you come out, or move from this spot till someone comes to get you. Do you understand me?” She said, very sternly. Little Louise nodded her head, her hair swishing back and forth. “I love you baby.” The mother said before she shut the doors.

                Just a few seconds later and the door was heard being opened. There was a loud scream from the mother, than a single 'pop' from a gun being fired.

                I gasped and sat up, breathing heavily.

It was always the same.. always the same nightmare.

" I can't remember anything.

Can't tell if this is true or dream..

Deep down inside, I feel the scream. "

Metallica; One.