Fog swirled around her feet. She twirled around, not recognising the scenery. Stone stuck up out of the ground, which she soon realised was tombstones. Walking was useless; she couldn't see her feet.
"Elizabeth!" Someone was calling her name. It sounded familiar, almost beautiful, yet haunting. "Elizabeth, where are you?"
Her heart stopped beating for a second. It was Jonathan.
"Jonathan! I'm over here!" she cried.
The fog had risen; it was just above her neck.
"Elizabeth!" he called once more. "Where are you?" His voice was coming closer.
"Jonathan! I'm over here! In the grave yard!"
"Where are you?" he was closer now. She could make out his outline.
"In the graveyard! Help me! I can't see a thing!"
"Elizabeth!" he repeated, but further away.
"No, Jonathan! Come back! Turn around!"
"Elizabeth!" his voiced had faded.
Another sound rang out, however, a cry, like a baby's. It went on for a minute before it turned into a bloodcurdling shriek. She let out one of her own when something touched her hand. Hideous, decaying hands stuck out of the ground, reaching, grasping at the fog around her. She screamed louder and louder at them as they tried to grab her feet. She kicked out at them, knocking them down with success They disappeared suddenly, replaces instead by red light that apperated from no where. The hair on her neck was rising now. She looked over her shoulder, not even wanting to, to see an old fashion baby carriage A little hand rose from it, wanting something it couldn't reach. Something in her told her to go check on the baby, another part told her to stay where she was. Baby carriages that appear from no where couldn't be good. She walked over to it, bending down to see what was in it, and felt her maternal instincts kick in.
The baby was a boy, dressed in an outfit from the 1800's. She could tell he was hungry but couldn't see his bottle anywhere.
"What kind of mother would leave a baby in the middle of a cemetery with nothing to - Ahhhh!"
The baby's eyes turned red, blood pouring from them. He opened his mouth, bugs and spiders crawling in and out. He sat up on his own and cried, louder and louder with each breath he took. He reached out for her hand, grasping it tight and yanking her down. His head spun around and around.
"You are damned! You will bring chaos and destruction to the world with that baby you carry in your womb!" came a terrifying deep voice from the baby's bug infested mouth. He snatched at the necklace around her throat and pulled in up to the back, cutting off all her oxygen.
She gasped for air and struggled to break free. He yanked it tighter and tighter until she was blue around her lips. She reached for a dagger at her belt and pulled it free, stabbing the demon in the back. He let go, turning back to an innocent baby, crying louder than ever. she dropped the dagger, horrified at what she had done. He began to fade, instead being replaced by a young girl around the age of five, dressed in modern clothes. Her neat, platinum blond hair was pulled back into a ponytail. It hung to her shoulders and was curly, like Elizabeth's hair. The pants she had on were dirty and ripped at the bottom, her shirt in the very same condition.
"Who are you?" Elizabeth asked the frightened child.
She looked around, terror spreading on her face. "Mommy! Daddy's gone and I can't find him! I thought I had lost you both, but I found you, mommy!"
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The One Who Loved Him
RomanceWhy in the hell do I love him? Is it his brilliant use of sarcasm? Is it because he's extremely attractive? Or perhaps it's his need for dominance and control... Whatever it is, it's clear he's got it. And I guess that means that his baby will, too...
