My Precious Darkling

Chapter 5

Those words made my blood run cold. I felt my entire body viciously shake and I could feel cold hands begin to discover every inch of exposed skin. My brain was fried, nothing seemed to function right and there was no override function inside of me. I just sat there on the cold ground, awaiting my imminent death most likely.

"Don't be afraid of me Stephen. I love you." The whispering in my ear gave me warm tingles along my spine. My eyes fluttered closed as I relished in the vanilla scent that suddenly wafted in my nose. It felt soothing and my muscles relaxed profoundly. The hands that roamed down my chest and towards my abdomen felt so warm, hot even. My head leaned back as I sighed heavily -- releasing a breath I didn't know I was holding in. "It seems like you're enjoying this now."

"Most definitely..." When the words slipped past my lips, I launched myself off the floor. I wasn't supposed to like it. The air whipped across my skin and it felt so cold. "Who are you!?" My heart was racing because I was scared, and as I looked at the figure in front of me, I felt something come over me.

"I'm a stranger now. But I'll be your Master soon." She spoke with a voice like silk. Even though her eyes gleamed red, I felt safe; what is wrong with me? I shook my head and tried to focus on the fact that this person is going to possibly kill me. Stepping back; my eyes were trained on the menacing figure while I continued to make progressive distance. A giggle filled the air as she approached me; but she vanished and was suddenly behind me. I crashed into a solid body and was afraid to turn around, but even before I had the opportunity to turn out, I was grabbed. "I'm done playing these games!" Her body pressed against me and her head craned over my neck, then a sudden sharp pain shot through my entire body but I knew the source was where she was biting me. My eyes caught her face in the dim light of the street lamps -- oh how time flies when you're being threatened. The street lamps illuminated her porcelain face; her eyelids were shut and her long, beautiful, eyelashes brushed her cheeks that had a pink tint to them. Her hair was maroon and in the light it looked a fiery red; and her hair was loose, so it flowed across her shoulder.

Her face was the last thing I saw before I blacked out.

~x~

I woke up with such a headache. If felt like I was headbanging at a rock concert. I was laying down on a bed and it was dark, as if the sun hadn't come up. "Was I dreaming?" The events from last night were a slight blur.  I pushed myself up and propped myself on my shoulders to keep myself from falling back into a quiet slumber. A sudden throbbing pain crawled through my entire body, and it came from my neck. Taking my numb hand, I rubbed my fingers softly against my throat -- attempting to rub away the throbbing annoyance. I felt slight bumps against my skin -- scar tissue. As my fingers landed on the scar tissue again, I felt sparks -- pleasurable sparks; race through all my nerve endings and woken me up further than I previously was. I wanted to see the scars myself, I rolled myself off the bed and landed on my carpeted floor with a soft oof  and silently walked over to my floor mirror. When I reached the wall where my mirror was located, I gasped in astonishment. I'm not in my room! Holy shit, where the fuck am I? I forgot about investigating my body and turned myself on my heels to inspect the place I was currently residing. It wasn't my house on Ambridge street; where my mom rests her pretty head, and where I wake up every morning and eat, sleep, and bathe. This place was unknown territory which made me instantly become guarded and curious. The room was the same size as mine, with a bed much like mine, but it lacked a desk, drawer, closet, and all of my special belongings. There was a door, and a window. Seeing the door, I quickly walked over to it and attempted to turn the golden knob, but to no avail.

"Where the fuck am I?..." I pondered alone, "this must be some cruel joke my friends are playing." I took another inspection of the room to see if there was anything else I could spot. Unfortunately, it was still dark in the room; I sighed and went over to the window that was in the room and pulled open the shades to let in more light. My eyes stung from the sudden brightness that illuminated the place, so I quickly shielded my eyes with my arm and waited for the abruption of sight to wear off. When the pain subsided, I looked out the window to look for anything distinct -- I was deeply surprised to see trees. Not that there aren't any trees where I live, but not this many! It was as if I was in a forest somewhere, far from civilization as I knew it. This new realization freaked me out further because I assumed my friends drove me out to some far out wooded area and locked me in a cabin room so we could hang out for the weekend without allowing me to escape. Hurriedly, I made my way to the door again and banged on the door as hard as I possibly could.  "Guys, let me out! This isn't funny!" The throbbing returned to my neck -- the scars totally slipped my mind and had not seemed to pertain any significance to my current situation - until now, of course. The mirror gleamed with the sunshine from outside and seemed to beckon me towards it. My current mission - find out what the scars look like - had become a new priority instead of escaping. Looking into the shiny glass reflection of myself, my eyes wondered across my body; I seemed to be in the clothes I left my house with, and I didn't look as if I was dragged through dirt at all. Displeased with what was lacking -- which was the signs of a struggle to bring me to this place -- was hard plastered on my face with an enormous scowl. Finally, my eyes caught the two bumps that blemished my flesh. Curiosity urged me to lean close to the reflection of myself to better inspect the markings. They were perfectly rounded and seemingly as though I've had the markings for awhile, as they were entirely healed; only leaving the soft scar tissue to represent themselves. I backed away from the mirror and tried to piece together what exactly happened before I blacked out, but all I could remember was dropping off Fin at her house and walking down her block. Slowly, I became increasingly frustrated because of my lack of answers, so I took another look at myself in the mirror. I smirked at myself, "mirror mirror, on the wall, whom is the fairest of them all?"

"I am, silly." I leapt from the spot I was standing in and landed cat-like on the bed. The hairs on the back of my neck stood up rigid and my hands clenched so hard to the sheets that if anyone attempted to pull me off, I'd most definitely tear them. My eyes fixated on the intruder and my hearted skipped a beat. It was her! Terry was standing right in front of my very eyes. There's no way. S-She's... Dead.."  I didn't make a move to approach her, but she took a step towards me.

"Stay back!" I yelled in a most frightened tone I've ever heard come from myself. She looked hurt from my frightened outburst but made another step towards me. "Who are you!? W-What are you?" I merely blurted out the questions without thinking; it was all that I was thinking about that the moment. She offered a wicked smile that revealed bright white teeth that shined like diamonds from the sunlight that looked as if it was being absorbed by them. I hadn't noticed her sharp fangs that jutted from her top jaw in perfect alignment with her other perfectly normal teeth -- they seemed to be an illusion as they were there one moment, and gone the next, in the blink of an eye.

"I'm your girlfriend silly! Or, at least I was before I 'Died' so to speak. And in regards to what I am, I'll lt you figure that out for yourself." She spoke to me so nonchalantly. This wasn't normal and I was beyond paranoid, and scared shitless. I must be losing my mind. Another step -- and again, I tensed up; making my muscles clench as tight as they could. I must've looked like a cornered animal - wild eyes, fur standing, ready to attack; the works. She chuckled softly when she finally touched the end of the bed, as far away as she could be from me in this small proximity. I maneuvered myself to a corner to avoid her and she sat herself at the opposite corner, crossing her legs and placing her arms upon them peacefully. "You're not gonna give me a kiss, or even a hello? What happened to manners Stephen?" She pouted, which looked so cute on her porcelain face. Oh shit. And just like that, all the events from last night came pounding back into my brain like a train. She fucking bit me! With that thought, my hand went protectively over the markings and pressed down hard to block them from her gaze.

"You attacked me last night! You fucking psycho bitch." I growled out in anger. I was still afraid for my life at this point, but I was losing patience with the lack of answers she provided for me.

"That is no way to speak to the person you love Stephen!" She stood up and took two large steps in my direction and yanked me by my shirt collar. Before I even realized, she lifted me over her head and was choking me with my own shirt. Looking down at her, I saw the fire that enflamed her eyes and the purest pain twinkled at the corners of her tear ducts, as the tears suddenly came to surface and made her eyes glassy. I struggled in her grip and twisted around, trying to break free. Quick thinking on my part, I found a way to slip my way out of my shirt and landed with a thud by her feet. "Oh no, no, no. None of that honey." Before I could even relatively compose myself, she kicked my jaw and sent me flying across the room and I hit the wall with a ton of force which made me see stars. My shirt was still clenched in her hands; and she brought it up to her face, and softly sniffed my scent off and smirked. "I always loved the way you smelled. It comforted me and gave me butterflies. Amazingly, it still does." She dropped the cloth onto the ground and paraded in my direction with no such rush in mind. My head was aching immensely as I painfully attempted to get up.

"God dammit. This hurts." I huffed out painfully. Why I even bothered to speak was beyond me, but it just seemed like an in the moment action to take. She kneeled down in front of me and gently took my chin in her soft, delicate hands, and raised my head so I could look up at her. When I gazed into her red eyes again, they held so much pain and remorse; they were also hiding devilish laughter and enjoyment deeper within. She enjoyed my pain but also regretted it. Who the fuck does this? This is so fucked up.