To Love a Corpse

Chapter TWO: Through the Dark Wicked Things Await

The three who were soaked from the rain entered the old house and found it to be damp, dark, and cold. There were holes in the roof, missing floor boards, scattered glass, windows blocked by boards of wood, trash, dirt, paper, amongst other debris covering the floors, walls had fallen, the ceiling was partially tilted to an angle, curtains once beautifully hung were now tattered rags that hung by a thread of rot, the wallpaper was faded and shredded, torn to pieces, almost seeming as if it were ripped flesh on one's raw chest, furniture was destroyed, graffiti decorated the only spaces on the wall that had remained perfectly intact, and the beautiful decor that once was, was now only a memory to those who knew it, but despite the rugged appearance of the house, it felt as if it were a refuge to the three and a home to some unfortunate entity.

They walked across the room, the floor creaking as they did, and found a spot in which to sit.

"That's it?" Castiel asked. "I thought there'd be more to it," he laughed.

"There's nothing to it, it's just old," Lysander spoke, as if about to fall asleep by the sound of the rain.

"Lysander, you don't remember. Do you?" Leigh suddenly asked, after a moment of reminiscence.

"What is there to remember?" Lysander asked.

"When we were children, we--" Leigh was interrupted by a sudden disturbance.

"What was that?" Castiel fearfully asked.

They grew silent, as if wondering if it had only been their imaginations. Then a distant sound of thudding was heard resumed by a cry of pain.

"Whoa, whoa, what the hell was that?!" Castiel exclaimed.

Lysander stood in a flash; the movement was so fast that not even he noticed that he stood.

"Listen, Lys, maybe we should leave. All of this was just a stupid idea," Leigh whispered in a convincing tone.

Disturbance continued, the sound waves hypnotic to Lysander. He walked towards the source of the sound. The others followed closely behind.

"Lys, you don't have to do this, I get it, you've forgotten and moved on," Leigh cried.

"Forgotten what?" Lysander asked, breaking away from the spell the sound had put him under.

"When you were a child you--" though it was dark it clearly shown that Leigh had become pale with fright.

"Lys, Lys, let's get-- RUN!" Castiel yelled, running out of the house.

Leigh stayed behind with Lysander, tugging at his shirt, pulling at his arm.

"Move, Lys! Move!" Leigh yelled.

Then without warning he slapped Lysander across the face.

"React!" Leigh demanded.

But Lysander only pulled himself away and turned towards the frightening sight. Leigh was now frozen as Lysander moved towards a dark figure lurking in the corner amongst the debris.

"Lys, don't! You've forgotten, it's better not to remember!" he yelled.

Then Leigh let out a cry as he saw two green eyes glowing in the dark.

"Jesus," he whispered between quivering lips as he fell to his back.

Then he continued to drag himself across the floor with his elbows until he neared a wall. Leigh stood up and ran or his life, leaving Lysander. ALONE. DEFENSELESS

Lysander stared at the two beautiful eyes then was awakened at the sound of a girl's laughter which came from the same source. Suddenly he felt light headed and dizzy but sturdy and frozen with fright until he finally collapsed to the floor and between eyes closing, caught glimpses of a girl, smiling at him through the dark.

Leigh and Castiel stood still outside in the rain, staring at the old house, not knowing what happened to their companion.

"Leigh we have to go back and get him," Castiel whispered in a shiver

Leigh collapsed to the damp earth below on his knees as he began crying.

"What've I done? I knew it! When Lysander told me what he had seen I should've believed him!" Leigh cried in despair.

Castiel grabbed onto Leigh's collar and pulled him to his feet.

"What did he see?" Castiel asked desperately.

Leigh only continued crying.

"Leigh! What did he see?" Castiel yelled, his voice blurring out the thunder in the background.

Then he let go of Leigh, whom once let go of, fell to the ground.

Castiel ran in the house only to find that Lysander had fainted and was lying on the ground unconscious.

"Don't be rude, he's sleeping," a girl giggled from the corner.

"Who-- WHAT ARE YOU?" Castiel yelled.

Lighting struck but Castiel saw not what he looked for. He held Lysander and attempted to wake him or walk him out but to no avail.

"It's been a while since I last had company," the girl mumbled.

Once again lightning stuck and Castiel caught glimpses of the morbid creature through the flashing light.

"No! No! YOU'RE NOT REAL!" Castiel yelled.

"Oh but I am," the girl sarcastically replied. "Is this how you greet a new friend?" the girl questioned, cocking her head through the dark, generating a loud cracking noise.

Castiel shivered all over.

"Lysander WAKE UP!" he yelled. But Lysander seemed only a sleeping beauty, trapped in a curse that let him not awaken.

Castiel ran outside into the pouring rain only to find that Leigh had vanished. He fell to the earth and pounded on the puddling water around him with an angry fist.

"LYSANDERRR!" Castiel roared.

Inside the house the girl admired the sleeping man from afar. Her eyes dilated and glowed an emerald green at the sight of him.

"How pretty," she whispered. "But these are not new friends, rather, old foes," she sighed. "For who could learn to love a tortured soul like mine? Or wicked eyes that have I?" she wondered, a tear escaping the rims of her doll eyes.

A tear that which glistened golden like the rays of the sun against the pale coldness that was her skin. "For who could learn to love a corpse, such as I?" she silently wept.