The Monster Within • The Grand Guignol x OC

Chapter Six

Her mind wandered between fiction and reality. In her slightly unconscious state she could feel another wrapped around her. Her panicky breathing floated away as she found comfort in the embrace.

The bed shifted as she rolled towards the other. Sabrina gently nuzzled herself futher into their arms. Eyes lightly fluttered open to see just who was beside her. Her breath hitched in her throat. A scream tried to escape. Her chest tightened with terror.

She didn't.

Did she?

No, she did not unless it was after she hit her head.

She couldn't remember anything after that. Although the events leading up to her hitting her head were fuzzy then. Eyes faded down in horror to noticed freshly healed gashes along her arms and scaring along the top of her chest.

Those were from her monsters.

The puzzle pieces slowly stitched themselves together in her drowsy mind. She'd tried to escape this prison only to be attacked by her creatures.

Guignol wasn't keeping her here. It was herself.

The Grand Guignol must have found her and protected her—healed her. The question was why. He could have let her die. Unless she did matter to him. Perhaps he saw something about her that she didn't notice.

Her stomach swirled as a butterfly concoction of emotions flooded her being. Anger was the first to build, followed by: confusion, panic, admiration and a fifth and unknown feeling. The young women couldn't pinpoint it however she knew if she did, she wasn't sure if she'd like it.

She wasn't even sure if she was making the right decision by doing this.

Her hands slowly crept towards his face until she cupped his cheeks. Her gentle touch had awoken him. Before he could say anything or explain himself he found her soft, plush lips on his rough, calloused ones. A moan escaped from him as he pulled her tighter, closer. The monster refused to let go. Especially after the events that had happened mere hours ago.

Her hands slowly found themselves in his untamed locks while his hands wondered down to her hips. A whine freed itself from her as a jolt of electricity ran through her.

"Why'd you do it?" She inquired as her lips parted free from the other.

"Do what?" He questioned back as he moved strands of curly black hair away from her visage.

"Save me."

His brows furrowed as their eyes searched one another's. He didn't have an exact reason—well not one he wanted to give away at that very moment. He was still figuring things out.

"You're important to me Sabrina."

"Are you only saying that because I can create monsters?"

He wasn't sure of that anymore. However it certainly was a bonus. They could rule together and overthrow his sister. The two of them would never have to worry again. She wouldn't have to worry. She wouldn't be attacked by her own creatures. He wouldn't have to see her bleeding to death at his feet.

"No, I'm not." He replied, uncertain.

"Good, now can you please tell me why I'm almost naked in what I assume to be your robe."

His eyes traveled down, taking in every inch of her. In his panic from the previous night, he didn't get to truly gaze upon her. Now, though, he had a chance. The sparkling fabric wrapped around every curve; he quite enjoyed the way she looked in his clothing.

"Stop staring and answer the question Guignol." She playfully snapped, tapping him on his nose.

He blinked before a soft chuckle parted from his lips.

"You'd hit your head and were bleeding everywhere. I had to heal and clean you up."

"Oh," she replied, almost in shock.

Little by little the gap between them closed once more.

Sabrina's mind froze. She couldn't believe she was kissing him for a second time. She hated him. She hated him so much for taking her away from her family. Yet, she adored the fact he'd saved her. She adored that her monsters couldn't touch her here. She was somehow free with him. She'd never felt free before.

The pads of his thumbs rubbed over her hips in a circular motion as his mouth moved to plant love bites along her neck. A light moan came from her lips while her toes curled.

They needed to stop.

She needed him to stop. She couldn't do this. Not yet. She didn't love him. She couldn't. Sabrina wanted to snap out of his spell. How could she be so blind? Snap out of it.

"Guignol," she moaned.

"Yes, darling?" He cooed, untying the robe even futher.

More carefully placed kisses were arranged down her scarred chest. Shaky breaths left her as he positioned himself over her.

"Stop. We can't do this. I can't do this." It come out almost as a whisper.

"You're going to have to speak up, little one." He uttered.

"I-" before she could finish speaking another moan left her mouth. His ring-clad fingers massaged her breasts. All while his mouth attacked her lower torso with strategically placed kisses.

She squirmed under his touch. As much as she wanted more, Sabrina knew now wasn't the right time regardless of how good he was making her feel.

"You're going to have to use your words. I know you can. How else would you write those novels of yours." He taunted.

"We ca-can't do this right n-now. 'Nol, please." She stuttered, clawing at his muscular back.

A sharp hiss retired from him.

"Enunciate, darling. I need you not to stutter."

He moved slow, now taking his time with his enticing love bites and massaging.

"You have to stop."

"Now was that so difficult?"

She wanted to slap him for that despite how much she adored the way he made her feel. Instead she reached for the edges of the sparkly robe he'd wrapped her in from the previous night. Carefully she tied it back together.

"Shut up."

The Grand Guignol rolled off of her only to cuddle his way beside her. Their foreheads touched together as small kiss was placed on his scarred cheek. Silently they watched each other. Each taking in little details.

Sabrina had never noticed just how many scars were scattered upon his face. Most were on his forehead, some were on his right cheek, smaller ones where hidden under scruffy stuble. She knew that each one told a story much like her own. And for that she found them beautiful. She supposed others wouldn't. Society rejected imperfections.

Then there were his eyes. So catlike maybe even a little goatlike. She couldn't determine them properly just like the colour. Sometimes they were a golden yellow—like hers—yet she sometimes saw them as a yellowish-green. He was an enigma.

The monster quietly let her examine his visage as he stared into her golden eyes. Those enticing eyes. So inhuman. So Monster like. It was the only thing about her he could find that blared monster other than her carefully hidden abilities.

Although when she smiled, her teeth—her incisors—were sharper than normal. He hadn't noticed this entire time. How couldn't he? They were obvious. They were vampiric in nature.

"What are you?" The words slipped as he studied her.