Save me from my Demons | P.I.E Fanfiction

CHAPTER NINETEEN - Memories

Warning: This chapter might be sensitive to some people. Nothing sexual happens but things that do happen may seem a little suggestive and might be triggering to some people. I advise if you do not do well with suggestiveness, please skip this chapter. Nothing is actually sexual. More so creepy but again, probably suggestive to some people. You have been warned.

| Ghost's POV |

So Toast came up with a 'brilliant' idea to let Melissa sleep in my room with me as some sort of experiment.

Great idea Toast. Full sarcasm intended.

Soon after she came in, she was sound asleep. Well that was pretty quick. I thought to myself, looking down at her.

I have no idea what came over me. But she looked peaceful as she slept. Her short brown hair was in a mess on the pillow. The blanket was pulled over her shoulders so only her neck and head was above. I shook my head, laying back down flat on my back on my bed. The hell was I thinking? She's a complete stranger to me. And not to mention how close she has been getting with Toast lately. Snap out of it Ghost.

But... Then again, it couldn't hurt to get to know her. At least put this jealously at rest and work on building something new. I haven't really had much interactions with females ever since...Katrina. The sudden mention of the name dipped me into a state of despair.  The memories were flooding back, memories I had long forgotten and hoped to have forgotten for the rest of my life. But I was not blessed with this hope. 

These memories were giving me a migraine. It seemed to have affected me pretty badly. I held my head, curling up in a fetal position as it throbbed violently. The painful memories turned into my won personal horror as I remember what had happened to Katrina. That name hurts. My head hurts. Everything hurts.

I shut my eyes tightly, hoping the pain would subside. But that doesn't do anything. Human reaction to pain I suppose is shut your eyes and hope it goes away. The pain had finally subsided. I slowly opened my eyes, a grin stretched out on my face. 

The thirst for blood was strong. I started to laugh to myself, remembering how I brutally dismembered Katrina~ 

Her blood was so beautiful.

Oh. Do you think this is still Ghost? Of course not you idiot. iT's M3 JiMmY CaSkEt.

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| Melissa's POV |

I woke up to the sound of soft chuckles. It sent chills up my spine as I opened my eyes. Fearing to make any movements. I was paralysed in my blankets. Don't tell me he is about to go on a murder spree. 

The chuckling ceased momentarily before he slowly sat up, looking in my direction. I froze in fear. His brown eyes were now blood red. I wanted to scream for Toast but part of me knew, even if I tried I couldn't get a single sound out. What used to be Ghost crawled out of bed and onto the mattress on the floor that was my temporary bed. I was shaking throughout my entire body and couldn't control it. I was scared out of my mind, fearing for my life.

"How adorable. Shaking like a chihuahua" He purred. His voice was odd and different. It was clear this wasn't the old Ghost. He stroked my cheek gentle which sent chills up my spine. He was deathly cold. 

"Hmmm..." I looked up and down me, scanning my entire body as he thought to himself.

"I wonder what your blood would taste like. I bet it's delicious" Those words would haunt me for the rest of my life if I live after tonight. I let out a gentle whimper when he touched my face once more, moving my head away from the physical contact. His chilling chuckle made the situation worse.

"Ya know, Ghosty is begging me not to harm you or do anything else of the sort. I could listen to him" He paused for a moment, adding more dramatic tension to the situation. Not needed in the slightest. I am going to be aching if I am alive to see the daylight. 

"Or I could completely ignore him and have fun with you" He purred, getting close to my ear and whispering.

He moved away and looked at me, deep into my purple eyes. My eyes were tearing up with fear. 

"So precious. I suppose you're worthy enough to live" He said, standing up and looking down at me.

"Prettier than Katrina, at least" The demon purred. 

"Katrina...?" I thought to myself as I watched him leave the room. I was scared, confused and emotionally unstable. Soon enough, I blacked out.

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[[AN: Ok I am going to be totally honest with you, I had to research on the characters a little more on the Wiki because I am not updated on VenturianTale as much as I would like. I don't have much time to watch their videos anymore plus I can't really watch all of their videos because that would take too long and literally will not stick with me at all. Most information would leave the moment new information comes. Also I apologise to those who continued to read on thinking it wouldn't be that bad but turned out it was with the suggestiveness. I am not doing any sort of smut in this story whatsoever, I just don't feel comfortable writing that even if they are fictional. Even though it's not that bad, I am sorry if this is somewhat triggering to anyone but you were warned before the chapter starting so it's your fault for continuing on. As for everyone else, thank you so much for reading, commenting and voting. It means a lot and keeps me somewhat motivated to keep this story going. Also, this might end in the next few chapters but I am not entirely sure when. I want to make a new story away from VenturianTale ^u^ Sorry for the short chapter, but everything is appreciated! Sorry this is going so slow Ahhh]]