Nobody

Come Home

I woke up, crying, for me. For Tony. For Natalie, who we never found out what happened to. For Cromwell. For Groom. For all of us.

"It's OK, Sammy," Miss Lily-Rylee said, gently, hugging me. She put her hand on my shoulder, tugging at me until I rolled over. She smiled gently at me, reaching up and putting her hand on my cheek. "I'm still here."

"I had a nightmare," I told her.

She nodded, smiling at me. Her smile grew impish as she reached down, wrapping her hand around what she found.

"You're peppy," she smiled, her hand slowly starting to stroke gently.

"Don't do that," I started to say. Instead of being able to finish what I was saying, she started kissing me. Her mouth was hot, hungry, as she kissed me. She pushed me on my back, then straddled me. She broke the kiss, raising up, and looking down at me. She put her fingertips on my lips to keep me from talking as she reached down with her other hand and guided me to where she wanted me.

With a long sigh she settled down slowly until our hips met. She was wet, hot, slick, and tight. She bit her lip and started moving up and down slowly, her hands moving to my chest. She kept kneading my chest with her strong fingers as she moved up and down.

"Getting close," I warned her, feeling the tension. I gripped her hips, thrusting hard up into her.

"Do it, now," She moaned. Inside she squeezed, pulled at me, almost milking me.

I groaned, closing my eyes, thrusting as deep as I could and coming inside of her. Holding her tight I thrust into her on instinct, trying to push it deeper as I emptied out into her.

When I was done I shuddered, looking up at her. She leaned forward, her hands on my chest, so her hair framed her face. She smiled at me, clenching her hands slightly.

"My belly is full," She said, her voice rough and hoarse.

I looked down, and stared.

Frost was spreading from her belly button, tendrils spreading across her warm tanned skin, leeching the color from it, leaving it pale and waxy. Around the belly button her skin blackened, became frostbitten, and peeled.

I jerked and her hands pressed hard against me, pushing me into the mattress. I looked up at her face to see her grinning madly.

"You feel so good inside me. It feels so good," Her voice was a rough croak. A raven dying in the snow.

Her smile got wider, her face paling and dark circles rising from the flesh around her eyes. Tooth chips landing on my chest, and her eyes darkened from clear blue eyes to glittering black orbs. The skin at the corners of her mouth split, exposing jagged broken teeth.

"Sooo gooood, soooo gooood," She croaked.

Her fingers went from warm and soft to ice cold and I could feel the points of sharpened bone that had worn through the dead frost-bitten flesh. I could feel those razor sharp fingerbones start to slice through my flesh, cold spreading.

Above me her pale face, covered in frost, was crazed. Her mouth opened to reveal nothing but blackened and jaggedly broken teeth that were too long and too many for her mouth.

She pushed her fingers into my chest, cracking my ribs as her fingers forced their way between them.

I tried to scream, but the freezing cold spreading from her fingers robbed me of breath.

"Come home, Johnny, I miss you," The thing on top of me that had been Miss Lily-Rylee crooned.

In Pru's voice.

My screams woke me up as I tried to climb up the headboard.