Heart shaped Skulls

Enchant Me

~She's worth whatever chaos she brings to the table and you know it~

It took all of my willpower that slowly ebbed away from me to imbue my lust, desire, and most importantly longing onto Thomas. I'll or as Jekyll says it, we'll save that for a later time. Muscles, pulled taunt as blood coursed through the particles. Adrenaline, it spiked my scarlet liquid sending the delightfully wicked poison through my veins. I wasn't super human, not overly strong. However, adrenaline can do almost anything.

I hooked my thin legs deep into his hip; my legs pale in color and shined with the cascade of moonlight. With heels embedded, digging into his side I then gripped his shoulders with a grip of a mad man. He was unaware of the gleam of mischief the swirled in my deep emerald eyes as his head buried into my neck left soft kisses. Slowly, his kisses became sloppy and hurried. Jekyll, she was humming first with a purr of a kitten then like a roar that made my mind fuzzy. My brain was like a TV, one that was without connection, sat on stand by waves of static. A constant purr. Then his finger tips dug into my love handles, each indentation surely making bruises. His stare was intense, predatory. Like a bell rang in the distance, Jekyll swiftly returned her voice slurred and laced with desire. "Do you mind?" It was a question but was hurried and twisted to sound like a demand. I gave a small nod, my eyes lidded as they stared into Thomas's lust blown amber orbs.
With power so inhumane, so intoxicating my muscles twisted and pushed to their limit. A gutteral grunt ripped from my throat as I tossed Thomas to my side, successfully trapping him beneath me. His shocked expression reminded me of how innocent he really was. With hands splayed upon his chest, twisting my thin fingers in his dark chest hair I slowly lowered myself into him. Pain shot through me making my teeth grate and my body freeze. Tears prickled and burned my glassy eyes. Then, rough hands grazed my hips. Slowly as if he was afraid to scare me away. His fingers rubbed my heated flesh in calm circles taking my humming mind from the extreme pain. Thomas drew his hands upward finding purchase in my red fiery locks swirling it around his fingers. I had lost myself in his soft touches when Jekyll, eager and still buzzing with energy sent electrical currents throughout my body; bidding my hips to thrust. Thomas's hands that was admiring my ember hair clenched tightly as he pulled me deeper into his chest his groans of pleasure all that I could hear past the thumping of my rapid heart.

He caressed my body, spreading his fingertips over every inch of pure white skin. It amazed him, the contrast of milky white to golden tan memorized him, enthralled him. Hair tossed across the feather pillow in her pleasant slumber. Her plump lips open as soft sighs left her mouth. Thomas ran his hand over her cheek pushing away the lingering red strains that tickled her delicate skin. She, the one that loved him for his flaws, cared for him when his family treated him like a dog. Thomas snorted, a dog would've been treated better. His face slightly turned sour but softened when Rowan curled into his side. He tucked her in more making sure the covers wouldn't fall from her bare body. As Thomas gazed at the smile spread gracefully on her pink tinted lips his eyes slowly darted to the end table. The shiny ring inside, tucked beneath his masks sat dormant waiting to be plucked out from it's hiding, to grace a woman's finger worth calling a wife. Thomas's crooked smile crossed his face as he lowered himself next to Rowena. Her leg intertwining with his own, in a sleepy haze she still craved his touch. Thomas drifted into a dream of Rowena and two beautiful twins dancing in the corn.

Creak. My finger twitched. Creak. Louder. My hand curled into a loose fist. I peeked my eyes open, the moon shown little this night but over Thomas huge back that rose and fell a crouched figure moved with terrible grace. It's hunched shadow mirroring the effects of a person trying to sneak but stepping on every wooden board. I nudged and poked Thomas my adrenaline slowly picking up as my mind un-thawed from it's sleepy haze. Thomas didn't stir, his snore only increased. The crackling and buzzing of the uneasiness intensified as the figure disappeared out of eye sight. I lifted myself up, the covers pulling around my waist letting the air hit my bare chest sending goosebumps across my skin. Casually, I covered my chest as I peered around the darkness trying to find the possible attacker. It was dead silent, no movement, no creaking. Even the crickets outside silenced. Then panic. A hand thin and boney covered my mouth as the other dragged me from Thomas's warm side. I clammered at the icy hand, it was useless. Whoever it was pulled me away before I could thrash to much. Once I was pulled outside of the room I was thrown over a thin shoulder. My attacker was small, wiry and brandished shoulder length black hair. It was too late to yell as he had sped down the stairs with quick footwork and thrown me down onto the cold kitchen floor. Quickly my face snarled into one of distaste. Nubbin. I pulled my legs to my chest trying my best at hiding my insecurities. Then my anger begun to bubble. "What the fuck is wrong with you?!" I clammered to the sink picking up a dish towel to cover my nether regions as my cheeks bursted in flame. His stare was locked with mine, his orbs glazed over and without light. Someone wasn't home. His voice was low, disturbing. "Before you came life was fun." Nubbin looked to his right in a distant time as he continued. "We didn't have to feed another mouth, Thomas wasn't so soft nor was Drayton" Nubbin started to sway forward. With each stride I backed up my eyes cautiously staring at him from head to his feet trying to find a motive. "After all the chaos you did and they still chose you over me their own family" his eyes turned sinister. I felt the word vomit, rising and resting on my tongue. "Who would won't a dumbass like you as a family member? A souless, not talented, asshole" my words laced with venom I slowly came to regret. His stride increased as he sprinted at me, Nubbin's blank orbs reminding me of a lake glazed over with oil still but raging with fire. I had no where to go, the counter dug deep into my back and he was fast approaching. My hands fumbled blindly behind me before my fingers curled around something cold. Nubbin's raised hands were inches away. "YOU BITCH!" I ducked away from his rampage letting him collide against the counter. His head twisted like that of an owl, however less majestic. Only now did I realize luck was not with my side; a fork. I held a fork. My face fell, at least it wasn't a spoon. I reached forward stabbing the silverware into his jugular. His eyes blew wide, but not before he held my throat in his skeleton hands. Surprise, it graced my face once again. He back peddled us until I had crumpled to the floor. The cold welcoming to my fiery skin. He tightened his grip until a numbing sensation begun at my toes. "FUCKING WHORE! I KNEW THOMAS WOULD CHOOSE A PIECE OF ASS OVER FAMILY!" His orbs swam with insanity. I attempted to suck in short gasps of air only to have his grip condense harder. My legs kicked wildly as I thrashed, tears streaming down my cheeks. "YOUR LITTLE DEMON ISN'T HERE TO HELP YOU IS SHE! WHAT A SHAME!" he leaned closer the stench of rotting flesh filling my nostrils. Tunnel vision begun, I centered on his missing nose. A deep cavern of black decay and puss. It was infected beyond repair. I did that, but with help. My arms started to grow tired, my time is dwindling. Jekyll only used me, but I was the one doing the work. I was the conductor, I'm the one leading. A strangled chuckle burst from my throat. Nubbin's raging stare transitioned to that of absolute confusion. Now or never. I gathered all the strength that was slowly ebbing away and condensed it. Taking my arms I thrusted into the absent space between his forearms. I put all the energy I could muster and threw my arms outwards detaching his hands from my bruised neck. With free hands I pushed Nubbin hard, sending him to his back in a dazed haze. Air. Glorious air came rushing back almost making it to hard to withstand. If possible I would sit there, still and just breathe. But time was of the essence. I stood on wobbly legs making my stance wide before I charged. Nubbin just regained from the shock when he saw me, eye full with devilish intent. I collided with him my hand wrapped around Nubbin's throat. How ironic, he was now at the receiving end of terror. I knew my strength was weaker without Jekyll so this celebration was going to be short lived if I didn't act soon. His arm banged senselessly against my inner elbow fear now settling in his brown dead orbs. I let my other hand wonder above us, the table was not to far; within hands reach. I fumbled above me my eyes glancing between his face slowly draining of color and the table top hoping for something sharp.

BANG! I flenched as a bullet whizzed by me. "What the hell is going on here?!" Drayton stood rifle in hand followed by a sleepy Thomas and fuming Hoyt. I opened my sealed mouth trying to form a sentence "I-" BANG!

~You are my life.

You are my death.
You are my only reason
For
My
Breath~