The Shadows of Royalty

Poisons of the Throne

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Rachel.....

I feel something smooth and delicate brush over my skin. It felt like vapor, a pure gas, tempting the gentle pores of my body. I hear it again, but this time, it breathes against my chest.

Rachel....

An unruly feeling wits at me, as sweat ignites my body, my eyes flying wide open. I wake up, my breaths shallow, my blurry vision adjusting to my surroundings.

What the bloody.....

My eyes blink a few times, realizing that I was in my chambers. This couldn't have been a dream...no it couldn't have. I glanced at my hands that were caked with crimson red....more like "bloody" at least, while my dress was torn at the sides as it looked crumbled.

I rolled off the bed, gasping the moment my image came through the mirror. I really looked like dead crap....no kidding. It was as if Death had examined me and deemed me his approval. Hence, my long hair was oily and frizzy, dirty, bloody-caked, as ominous bags rested underneath my shadowy eyes. My skin looked paler than ever, a hint of an unhealthy yellow outlining my sunken cheekbones.

A knock sounded from the door, causing me to jump and scurry in my closet, hiding. I couldn't open my mouth and say anything. Raw pain gnawed at the back of my throat.

"Don't c-come i-in..." I attempted to whisper, my nails wrapped around my neck. The knocking didn't stop. I swallowed and decided to run to the bathroom, so that if anyone came in, they would know that I didn't hear them due to the water running. Lame... I know, but convenient. 

I couldn't be seen like this...I was disgusting....I wasn't stable...I was dealing with damage control. Memories clouded my vision as a whimper emptied from my mouth, realizing that Xander was gone...I had lost my voice....All because of all the voices in my head.

Demons...they were little demons....

I turned on the water in the vast tub, after bolting the door several times. My dress falls off my shoulders and the rest of my garments, as I collapse into the tub. My head bobs backward, letting the water sink the red vicious marks on my neck.

Peace....I needed it....Wanted it...

Silence beats in the air, penetrating in its eeriness.

THUD!

The door is almost jammed open.

I then hear it calling, "Racheeelll! Open the door!"

My body sinks underneath the water.

My ears ring, capturing the voice.

That's when the whispers return.

They're a bunch of buzzing of angry, ferocious, beings in my ear. The hum of accusations is toned down as I make out what they were saying.

Killer.....

They are coming for you....

Death...DEATHHH...

OF his Majesty....

My head shakes underneath the water, tears forming. I try emerging from the warm water which possessed my body in its liquid.

"LET.ME.GO!" I screamed inwardly, thrashing in place.

Fight it.....fight it...

I needed to wake up, to remove my head from the water....I could not let them control me, and possess me until crazy wasn't the word to describe me.... More like suicidal... My lips part, water seeping within them, as I struggled underneath the force of the demonic whispers.