Evie leaped up, panting. Her heart pounded. She'd had that dream for the fifth time. Had to see herself shooting that innocent boy. Only every time she dreamed it she felt less and less until finally shooting him was like a game. It didn't even bother her anymore. She was covered in a cold sweat. She had the strongest urge to go back into the woods. Go back to that man. She'd never met anyone so magnetic. And of all things he was a murderer.
She tried to close her eyes and go back to sleep but the vision of him glaring from under those long black lashes, that white face, those dark red lips, the perfect tattoos and black eyes kept haunting her. She had to go back. She had to learn more and figure him out. She got up, mechanically dressing in the black clothes he'd given her and slowly sneaked out the back door. It was already dark out. Cop cars flashed and sirens blared into the silent night air. They were still looking for the boy. Evie felt possessed by something that moved her limbs in the direction of that cave. She didn't want to go and her mind told her to run and hide in her bedroom but her body slowly marched towards the pasture gate.
She wondered if she should tell the cops about the man but then kicked herself for even thinking such a thing. Why would she want to help him? She didn't know. He'd gotten to her. She jumped when she heard a bloodhound bay, surely they wouldn't track him to the cave. She was gonna have to tell the man about this before they caught him. She started jogging up the road. She was in a dead sprint, tears stinging her eyes when she made it up the hill and to the cave. She ran through the entrance and right into the mans arms.
She buried her head in his chest and he slowly wrapped his arms around her, cradling her head close. "They're coming." She cried. She slowly pulled away and looked up into his dark eyes. He looked menacing as usual. "I- I wanna help." Evie stuttered.
"You'll just get killed. You're so weak and immature." He said in that deep rumbling voice that gave Evie chills.
"I'm not." Evie whimpered burying her face into his chest again breathing in the scent of leather. She wanted to help him, she truly did. He pulled her away glaring into her eyes.
"The best thing for you to do is leave, right?" His voice rumbled like thunder. She stared in confusion.
"What do you m-"
"Go home. Get out of here. That's what you want to do isn't it?" He said.
"No I don't I wanna stay here with you. I wanna help you." Evie choke out. A hound bayed, close to the cave making Evie jump. "They're coming." Evie cried. "Tell me your name." She said quietly.
"Marilyn. Marilyn Manson." He growled before pushing her farther into the cave. It was a strange yet elegant name Evie thought.
"I'm Evie." She said right as a blood hound charged into the cave, baying loudly. Marilyn pulled out the pistol, shooting it in the head. Evie watched in sadness as it sank to the ground.
"You're gonna wish you never came back." He growled as he walked into the darkness of the cave. Evie stared into the darkness where he disappeared. She didn't want to get in the way so she just walked back to the fur bed that she slept in when she first came here. Sitting down, her mind raced, trying to decide what to do. She decided to sit where she was and wait. See what Marilyn did. She jumped when she heard another hound closing in on the cave and a mans muffled voice calling into the night. Evie wanted to tell Marilyn but she didn't know where he was.
He came out of the darkness a moment later, walking swiftly up to Evie. "If you weren't scared of me before you will be now." He growled. She cringed and watched as he flexed his fingers in the light of the candles. He had on silver and gold rings and nails that looked like claws. She knew he knew they were coming. Another hound bounded in frantically baying and Marilyn slit its throat quickly. It yelped and fell to the ground convulsing. He moved out of the doorway pointing at Evie to get down. She hid under the furs, breathing hard. A flashlight shone in the entrance of the cave as an FBI agent crept inside.
"Max..." He called quietly. That must have been the dogs name, Evie thought. The men had a gun held up and swung it around nervously. Evie held her breath hoping he wouldn't shoot Marilyn but in a quick flash of black, Marilyn went up to the cop, knocking the gun from his hand and stabbing him in the stomach. The man fell and Evie gasped, huddling closer to the furs. Marilyn took all the mans weapons and tied his wrists behind his back, shoving him to the ground. He held up a walkie talkie to the mans mouth.
"Tell them you haven't found the boy and to look elsewhere." Marilyn growled deeply like a dog. The man shook his head no, grasping his stomach and puffing for breath. Marilyn busted him in the nose with brass knuckles. "Call them off." He repeated. The man once again refused. Marilyn looked in the direction of the furs and Evie poked her head out so he could see her. The cop looked at her as tears streamed down her face in fear.
"Where'd you get the girl?" The cop groaned. Marilyn ignored him, kicking him hard in the ribs.
"This will just get worse until you call them off." Marilyn said.
"I'm not calling anyone off until you give me the boy and the girl." The man said. Evie felt her heart break at the cops heroic actions. Marilyn turned to Evie, marching over to her swiftly.
"The child's dead." Marilyn said referring to the boy. "And the girl can tell you she came here by herself." He said, ripping the furs off of Evie and pulling her into a sitting position roughly by her hair. "Tell him." Marilyn growled. Evie was too shocked by all the events that were unfolding to respond. She saw Marilyn's hand rear back before hitting her so hard that everything went white for a minute. Her ears rang and her vision blurred. She grabbed her burning cheek and felt warm blood run out. She looked up at Marilyn. He looked down on her, glaring. Those beautiful long lashes, Evie thought in the midst of her pain. Suddenly she saw the cop, quickly struggling to remove the binding around his wrists. He finally succeeded and was reaching for his gun across the cave floor. Evie pointed weakly to alert Marilyn. He looked to where she was pointing and leaped to the gun, picking it up quickly and aiming it at the cop. "Do what I said." Marilyn said again. The cop once again refused and Marilyn shot him in the leg. The man screamed and Marilyn ordered him to shut up.
"Please just do it!" Evie begged the cop. "I came here on my own I truly did. I wanted to!" She cried. The cop looked at her in sadness as Marilyn held the walkie talkie up to his mouth. He pushed the button and the man cleared his throat.
"Call them off, the woods are empty." The cop said into the walkie talkie.
"Okie dokie. We'll move down the road." The person on the other walkie talkie responded. The cop closed his eyes and leaned against the wall in pain. Marilyn went to hide the walkie talkie and gun.
"Hey what's your name?" The cop asked her quietly.
"Evie." She whimpered.
"Are you okay? Did that man hurt you?" He asked.
"No." Evie whispered. "He's just... Misunderstood. Please don't hurt him." She cried.
"Did he kidnap you and the boy?" He asked.
"No. I came here by my-" suddenly Marilyn came back into the room, kicking the man in the temple hard enough to knock him out. Evie shrieked. He looked at her, glaring as he untied the mans wrists and began to suck the blood from them. Evie felt like she was gonna pass out. She closed her eyes for a long time. Upon opening them she saw Marilyn finishing up with the man, licking his lips. Evie could see the rise and fall of the mans breathing and knew he was still alive. Marilyn bound him back up and sat him against the wall before moving to the center of the cave and starting a fire. Hunger gnawed at Evie's stomach and she hoped he was gonna cook something. "Don't kill him. He's just trying to help." Evie whispered and knew she should've kept her mouth shut by the look it earned her.
"I didn't ask you to come back here bitch. I won't let you try to tell me what to do. I'll just kill you." He growled. Evie closed her eyes and pulled the furs closer, feeling coldness creep into the cave. She watched Marilyn curiously as he pulled out a knife and slowly started cutting into his hand and arm like it was nothing. Evie opened her mouth to say something but just figured she'd better stay quiet. She quietly watched his face, mouth open in pain, brows knitted in concentration as he kept cutting. Evie stood up, wrapping a fur around herself and moved to the fire across from him.
"You shouldn't do that." She whispered. He ignored her continuing. "Hey, I'm serious you're gonna hurt yourself." He stopped at looked up at her. She could see in his beautifully elegant face that he was in pain and a lump rose in her throat.
"You should leave." He said quieter then usual.
"I don't want to. Honestly. I really, really don't want to." Evie said, a tear running down her face. She felt so much sadness for this man that she was clueless at how to begin to help him.
"It's not about hurting. It's about feeling." He whispered. Evie looked at the ground so he wouldn't see her crying. She jumped when she felt him touch her face. She looked up quickly. He gently ran a finger over the cut where he'd hit her.
"It's okay." Evie whispered. She didn't want him to feel bad. She pulled away a little and gently took his hand, looking at the cuts he'd given himself. She saw lots of old scars among the tattoos and knew he'd done this before. She traced them gently and looked at his face to see if he was showing any emotion at all. He looked slightly sad but pulled his arm away.
"Go home." He said quietly.
"I am home Evie said as she made her way to the fur bed. She could tell he wanted to argue with her and force her to leave but knew he couldn't make her without killing her. He slipped into the darkness of the cave and Evie laid, watching the fire quietly until it slowly died out. She closed her eyes, drifting into a deep sleep.
• • •Thanks for reading, the next chapter should be published this week but I'm not sure when :)

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Neglect (COMPLETED)
Fanfiction"The woods are lovely, dark and deep." A quote that Evie found to be most true. Her getaway, the most peaceful place and one she called home. What she didn't know was that she wasn't the only one. But she would soon find out. (A Marilyn Manson fanf...