( Author's Note )
Please do not ask me what the fuck this is. I don't know. I'm doing this because... I've got so many fucking messages begging me to finish it that I'm just like "FINE. D< ". But I will remake it instead because honestly, that old story is a piece of shit ten year-old's fantasy.
( / Author's Note )
Sunlight softly dappled the canopy leaf roof of the forest, the sun barely risen after the nightly reign of the illustrious silver mistress' reign. Wildlife teemed with activity, animals of all shapes and sizes waking up and coming out of their dens, their holes, their homes, and beginning the morning prowl for food.
A small clearing in the middle of the forest, basked in the sunlight, houses two lovers, locked in an embrace of lust. The male held the woman with no space between the two, breaking the endless kiss they shared only to let the woman breathe, the two mutually tearing at the other's clothes, unable to control the emotions erupted inside of them. They were in perfect harmony, two figures joined like one, until suddenly - abruptly - the woman pulled away. "Chris," she moaned mournfully, even as the male lunged once more for her, who tried to pull away. "Chris, stop, please." She said again, opening her startlingly vibrant green eyes.
Raven black hair floated around her face, cut at the midsection of her neck, perfectly smooth and straight. The male looked at her for a moment in disbelief before briefly trying to lunge once more. "No," the woman said once more, almost like she was biting back tears.
"Isobel, what's wrong?" The man said softly, concern etched on his brow. Messy, golden hair sat atop his head, his bewildered hazel eyes searching her body, as if that was where he could find the answer to the problem he now faced.
"You know that there's no point, Chris," she said, staring at the floor lightly, fumbling with her cuff. She did this often, as was it was a nervous habit. "It'll just make you hurt again when you wake up." She said softly, a tear streaking down her face. The golden haired male reached forward and wiped the tear from her cheek, ignoring the flinch from the woman.
"I don't care about that," he said. "I just want to be with you. Even... Even if it's only an illusion, it's so much sweeter than the cold reality. Please, Isobel." He inched his face forward, his lips barely an inch from hers. "Please..."
Isobel closed her eyes and shook her head vigorously, pulling back and trembling. "I'm sorry," she said. Chris stayed in that pose, pained from the fact that he could not have that which he wanted most, slowly recoiling into a backwards sitting position, leaning back and looking up at the sky with a mournful expression. "Wake up, Chris. You can't live in dreams."
The voice followed the male as the scenery faded away, only himself and Isobel remaining, and he closed his eyes, shutting the image out. Her apology continued to ring in his ears as he opened his eyes once more to find himself in his bed, staring at the ceiling. He reached up as if to grab something in the air and murmured, "Isobel..."
- - -
Abelia softly let out a breath into the chilly air, rubbing her arms in an attempt to warm herself up. Her blue eyes lazily observed her surroundings, and her long blue-black ponytail flew behind her to the left, the cold, winter air lightly sweeping past her. She stepped from the porch and onto the snow-dappled ground, making her way to her car. Taking out her key, she unlocked the door swiftly and swung it open, hopping inside and starting the engine. She immediately pulled back the stick shift and smoothly coaxed the car out of the driveway, and then make her way down the street of the small neighborhood.
The girl reached over and turned on the radio as she pulled out of the street and onto a long road next to the frozen lake, setting it to a random station and made her way down the lonely path, bobbing her head to the rhythmic beat playing. The glittering ice next to her glinted in the sunlight, and as she turned around another corner, a rising sun briefly sent a glare in her eyes and she stopped abruptly to ensure she would not drive into the lake.
After the glare had passed, she looked up from her lap to find that a man was standing there, holding a young child in his arms. Blood covered her tiny dress, and two puncture marks were evident on her neck, and the man looked down at the brunette girl ravenously. Abel stiffened. Had she run the girl over? She hadn't heard a thump, but the music had been loud enough that it might have drowned it out. She immediately scrambled out of the car, apologizing profusely. "I'm so sorry! Is she okay?" She said, making a beeline for the male. He looked like he was in his younger twenties, perhaps the same age as herself. The little girl was looking at the sky with dim eyes, her mouth barely open. Brunette locks sat on her shoulders, and she adorned a light pink dress and clutched a tiny doll that matched outfit in her hand. The man, however, was a dusty blond, with hazel eyes that were fixed on the little girl. He had a tan complexion, and at a close distance, Abel could see that his mouth was filled with crimson blood.
It did not take long for Abel to realize that the girl was, indeed, dead.
Shock overtook her entire being, and she put a hand over her mouth as she said, "Oh my God.. Oh my God! I-I just killed someone, I.. Oh my God, I..I.." It was only then that the man looked up, and something like recognition wiped over his face and he dropped the girl's body roughly.
"It's you..." He murmured, his glassy stare now fixated on Abel. "You've come back to me..."
By now, Abelia was hyperventilating, and she looked like she was about to collapse. "I killed someone... I killed a little girl... I.. I killed someone..." Her hands covered her shell-shocked face as she stared at the corpse of the girl. She'd run her over. Somehow, a time lapse had occurred - she hadn't gotten a lot of sleep last night, it wasn't unexpected - and she had completely missed the thump and the man picking the girl up. She'd probably run into the man, too, evident from the blood in his mouth. "I...I'm a monster... She's just a little girl, I.." Meanwhile, the man approached Abel cautiously, almost like he was unable to believe what was before his eyes.
Abelia could see the world spinning around her, and all she could say was, "I'm a monster, I'm a monster..." as the ground approached. Expecting to hit concrete, arms caught her; but she didn't have the time to question it as the world blacked out.
