His eyes were blood shot, filled to the brink with tears and blood. He didn't bother to prevent them from falling down his face. Pelle let the back of his head rest against the door and opened his mouth to speak, but no words could form. Instead, he choked back sobs, scared she would hear them from the other side of the door, where she sat.
Dead tried to take a deep breath but at this point, he didn't know if the air around him was real. Pressing his palms against the cool floor, blood dripped from his wounds and pooled around him. The stench of death surrounded him, something he once loved but now he hated. The smell was no longer coming from animals, but from he himself. Reminding him of his prolonged existence.
How could he explain what he felt to her? Up until now, he wasn't even sure if he could feel.
"Elise-" His voice broke. "Why can't I die?"
She felt tears prick her eyes.
"Pelle, why can't you live?"
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Summary:
Elise, on the run from a troubled past, finds herself hiding out in a secluded house surrounded by woods in Oslo with little knowledge of the previous owners. Elise soon finds out that she's not as alone as she thinks when the former vocalist of Mayhem (Per Ohlin, Dead) finds himself regenerating back to life. No explanation is given on what is causing his reincarnation, from spirit to corpse, but he thinks he does have an idea behind it. Love. He is becoming the living dead. But what happens when Euronymous takes interest in Elise and her past secrets come back to haunt her? Will she come in the way of Varg and Euronymous and save Pelle this second time around?
Warning: This story contains mild graphic content. Abuse, sexual content, mild forms of gore, necrophelia, rape, etc...
"It was like electric shocks sparking all around my body. At first touch, it was a light brush of skin on mine. That little touch almost overwhelmed me. Almost.
I deepened the feather soft kiss, craving his electric touch. Tingles shot through my arms and thighs and I felt a thrill I had never felt before, not even when we had kissed before. Because now there was a chance that we could actually be together. For real this time.
He responded immediately, reaching down and picking me up in his arms. We stumbled back until my spine hit the wall and I gasped in pleasure when his lips left mine and started moving down on my neck to my collar bone. He sucked on the sweet spot at the point right behind my ear. I writhed in his arms, wanting and needing so much more.
He used the wall to hold up my weight and grabbed my arms and pinned them above my arms, only enticing me even more. I could hardly breathe, his tongue swirling magical patterns in my mouth and on my skin. I wouldn't be able to stop if he tried to go any further. I don't think I even wanted to."
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Kristen has always felt drawn to the storms that brew in her life. But none have ever made her try to walk into a tornado, until now.
Tethered to the living world by only her family and a strange man appearing as a shadow, she drifts away from reality and becomes engulfed in searching for the answers of her life.
Torn between two worlds and two men vying for her attention, Kristen's decisions only become that much more important.
But she finds out all too quickly that the answers she so desperately craves are more dark and haunting than she could ever have imagined, and it is only the beginning.