Short Stories

3 . Natalie

Prompt 479: Natalie from Tumblr

AN: Not edited, sorry

Her hands travel around my waist and lands on my thigh. Her hand surfaces over my skin and she tickles it like a feather. I smile at her, because my whole world seems to revolve around this one girl. Natalie. Natalie has the perfect image. She's a preacher's daugher, cheer capitan, staight A student and not to mention her athlete boyfriend. She is always the center of my life, and like a clock my time seems to slow when she is near. The way every kiss, hug, and moment we share highlights my day was enough to never let go of her. Natalie in my eyes is perfect, nothing less then that.

She lay her head over my heart and I could feel the soft patters and thumps of my heart as it clashed against my chest. I could fell her chest rise and fall, the smeel of vanilla shampoo wafts from her hair. "Danny, do you think I'll get into Harvard? " The question alone makes me look down at her. I don't understood why she would ask that, her brain is filled with knowledge that Havard just has to have. Of course she'd qualify, she'd be handed numerous scholarships on top of college letters.

"Well of course, babe," I answer back. She hums and all is silent .We stay interwined until she has to go.

The next day she comes over while im still in bed. Oddly enough I was awake. Her body moves slow as she enters into my bedroom. "I killed him," she whispers. "I killed him with my bare hands. I-I watched him die."

I began to laugh because the joke wasn't even that funny, it was the fact that she thought it would be. Did she really think I'd fall for it? She remains looking at me, serious and now teary eyed. Her cheeks wet from the water dripplets that cover her checks. "Good job. You really went all out this time."

"I'm not kidding at all, Danny."  She sobbed hard again, scretchy and snotty. "I killed him."

The concern plastered on her face made me believe her and instead of asking anymore questions I brought my hands to her. She moved her hands to mine and they were blood tainted. She cries on the crook of my neck and also into my shirt. I hold her, because what was I to even say to her?

A few weeks have passed since then. Natalie hasn't talked about the situation since then. She's been coming to school late, showing up at bible study whenever she wants, and she has a lot of B's on her report card instead of A's. I try to set up times to meet and talk but she blows me off. She tells me she's fine and that I have nothing to worry about but as long as I've known Natalie it isn't hard for me to see the truth.

I grab my tray and sit and eat, alone.She walks over and gives me a weak smile. She then wraps her arms around my torso and squeezes me into a hug. "I'm sorry. I've been so busy..."

"It's okay," I say. She nods and grins. "I have to cancel our date for tomorrow." My eyes look over her. I should be use to it by now. She's been canceling a lot of things. "Oh, okay. " She goes into a pack of Marlboro cigarettes and pulls one out. Without hesitation it meets her lips and she lights the wick of it with her bare fingers. She takes a huge puff and fans the smoke into my face. "Natalie?," I squeal.

"Danny."

"What's going on with you?"

"Lighten up, babe. It's just a cigarette. " I was about to protest but as if on cue she went back to her table to socialize with her friends.

Natalie hasn't been around. Spring break started two days ago and ive been waiting around for her to pass by. I was becoming feed up with her excuses. I'll go see her I said in my mind. So I get the keys to mom's Honda and put the car in reverse. The ride there is slightly long due to the fact she lives in the country.  There are a few cars parked in the driveway and that just about sums up how I feel about the situation, devastated.

I have my key so it's not hard to let myself in. It's silent and dark in the living room and I pass into the kitchen to check there. The den is clear and the television is running. The last place I check is her room but it is also empty. My last resort is the basement and I here soft cries and throaty cackles. I can hear Natalie's voice as well.

"I don't want to kill him," she hisses.

"It's the only way you will live, do it. Do it, now."

"Fine."

I turn around the corner and I look into her eyes and cringe . Because the eyes I was looking into were not of her own, not anymore.  "Natalie?"

"Danny, leave."

An older girl around her thirtys turns to face me and licks her lips. "I can smell the lust on him," she moans. "He's delicious, pure, and full of power."

"Well he's leaving. "

The woman turns to her and frowns. "He will stay. I will finish those two and you will finish him."

"No," she says. "No. I won't hurt him. I won't kill him. Not Danny. I love him."

"You will," she demands.

"No, please no," Natalie cries.

I look at her. "Natalie what is going on?''

"Look at him. How good he will be. How much power you'll have. You won't have to feed for days."

"N-no."

She nodds and smiles. "Yes, yes my dear.You will rock him until he is dry."

"Natalie this is crazy."

The two whimpering boys who were tied up looked at us and were mumbling through there bandannas. I sprinted over to untie them and was tossed to the side of the room.Blood dripped down my lip unto my chin. "what in the world," I shouted.

"Silence boy, " said the throaty woman. "Now take him to bed Natalie. My patience is running dry."

"Okay," she whispers. She grabs my hands and takes me upstairs. When the door is shut and the room is closed she tells me to leave and to never return. But I am stubborn. 

"Go," and so I left and I never looked back.

8 years later

"But legend is told Natalie killed that woman and those two boys. And if I would've came back she would've killed me to."

The boys and girls where spooked by tbe story. I have been telling it for years now. Each year on her birthday. I visit her mother every now and then and her friends when I have the time. Nothing changed,and her where abouts still remain unknown. When I'm over teaching I go home for the day.

I see a light meal to my surprise. "Is she ripe?," I ask.

She nods and prepares her dinner for its final meal. As I look over our gifts I couldn't help but smile. As we had them in pure exctasy and there bodies were done I found her lips and smiled on them. She cackles madly as she throw the bodys into the burner and I speak.

"Natalie, I love you. "

"I love you to Danny."

My mistake was coming back.