Silenced Cries
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Category:
DarkFic › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,642
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Silenced Cries
This chapter won't be very long. It was also always meant to be a onesho, however I could continue on with it. I would like to if everyone enjoys it. I would just have to figure out a way to transition another chapter. Anyway... here goes! Everyone, meet Spike.
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Blank empty eyes stared off into the darkness of a bedroom they could not escape. A soft light from the edges of a heavy curtain shone on the face of a woman, her face devoid of any coherence. What lay there was a shell, the mind mercifully having fled the nights events again. The cold dead arms that wrapped around her naked flesh beneath the sheet chilled her soul. She could move away if she wanted to. Run while the corpse slept. But she would never truly escape. A single tear trailed from the corner of a wide eye, flashing so much white. Only a memory and a wicked scar that snaked around her body chained her to this resting place. She still remembered that night vividly. The nightmare would chase her if she ever found the courage to truly sleep.
The corpse snuggling her fancied himself her master and she could not disagree. She could only blame herself for this atrocity. The same heart that had brought her to him screamed at her to run. Her brain was more logical. Death awaited her should she make the attempt.
The last lights from the outside faded away and the cold hand on her abdomen flexed. The mans body shifted against her, pulling her closer to him, nuzzling the back of her neck through her thick hair. Her fear coated her tongue like sucking on pennies. She had only moved a little, just a little. She hadn’t meant to. His body was cold while he slept and she had started to loose feeling. She felt his eyes fly wide, and suddenly all she could taste was metal in her mouth, her blank expression denying the terror that filled the room.
“You moved…Spike”
His voice was a deep almost painful bass. What had attracted her to him so long ago. It hadn’t been enough. Not nearly enough. The vampires voice sent shivers down her spine as she fought not to take a ragged breath. Maybe... Maybe if she stilled herself who would think she had passed in the night.
A tear slide down to the thin pillow.
Quicker then the eye could see, his hand tangled itself into her long thick hair and jerked her out of the bed. She didn’t try to help herself, if she did he’d just worse ways to drag her. She went limp and didn’t fight as he pulled her across the jagged wood floor, ripped the night before by a shape shifter while she was locked away. For her safety he always said, or her punishment. It was only as she noticed the floor did she realized she was going to be put in the closet again. She struggled.
“No! I don’t want to go in the closet! Please!” Her cracked voice tried to sob and struggle until he jerked her around and backhanded her casually. White flowers exploded across her vision and her body went numb. When her vision cleared she was in a crumpled heap in the closet. There was no handle on the inside or outside of the door, and it blended in with the wall seamlessly. Only he knew how to open it.
She could scream and struggle but there was no way out. No way out.
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I know this is short but... well that has always been my favorite place to end it.
Review if you'd like. Tell me if you want anymore. :P
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Just another reminder, I've noticed that this gets a lot of hits. I don't know if everyone reads the entire thing but if you do a review would be most welcome and encouraging.
Thanks
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Blank empty eyes stared off into the darkness of a bedroom they could not escape. A soft light from the edges of a heavy curtain shone on the face of a woman, her face devoid of any coherence. What lay there was a shell, the mind mercifully having fled the nights events again. The cold dead arms that wrapped around her naked flesh beneath the sheet chilled her soul. She could move away if she wanted to. Run while the corpse slept. But she would never truly escape. A single tear trailed from the corner of a wide eye, flashing so much white. Only a memory and a wicked scar that snaked around her body chained her to this resting place. She still remembered that night vividly. The nightmare would chase her if she ever found the courage to truly sleep.
The corpse snuggling her fancied himself her master and she could not disagree. She could only blame herself for this atrocity. The same heart that had brought her to him screamed at her to run. Her brain was more logical. Death awaited her should she make the attempt.
The last lights from the outside faded away and the cold hand on her abdomen flexed. The mans body shifted against her, pulling her closer to him, nuzzling the back of her neck through her thick hair. Her fear coated her tongue like sucking on pennies. She had only moved a little, just a little. She hadn’t meant to. His body was cold while he slept and she had started to loose feeling. She felt his eyes fly wide, and suddenly all she could taste was metal in her mouth, her blank expression denying the terror that filled the room.
“You moved…Spike”
His voice was a deep almost painful bass. What had attracted her to him so long ago. It hadn’t been enough. Not nearly enough. The vampires voice sent shivers down her spine as she fought not to take a ragged breath. Maybe... Maybe if she stilled herself who would think she had passed in the night.
A tear slide down to the thin pillow.
Quicker then the eye could see, his hand tangled itself into her long thick hair and jerked her out of the bed. She didn’t try to help herself, if she did he’d just worse ways to drag her. She went limp and didn’t fight as he pulled her across the jagged wood floor, ripped the night before by a shape shifter while she was locked away. For her safety he always said, or her punishment. It was only as she noticed the floor did she realized she was going to be put in the closet again. She struggled.
“No! I don’t want to go in the closet! Please!” Her cracked voice tried to sob and struggle until he jerked her around and backhanded her casually. White flowers exploded across her vision and her body went numb. When her vision cleared she was in a crumpled heap in the closet. There was no handle on the inside or outside of the door, and it blended in with the wall seamlessly. Only he knew how to open it.
She could scream and struggle but there was no way out. No way out.
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I know this is short but... well that has always been my favorite place to end it.
Review if you'd like. Tell me if you want anymore. :P
**
Just another reminder, I've noticed that this gets a lot of hits. I don't know if everyone reads the entire thing but if you do a review would be most welcome and encouraging.
Thanks