Cherry Scented
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Category:
DarkFic › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
849
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Cherry Scented
A/N: This is a re-post, it has been edited and is a slightly different to the other Cherry Scented fic that was up.
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The wooden door creaked open and the fowl stench of death and sex that was occupying the candle lit bedroom, was like a breath of fresh air for the small hooded figure, as a gloved hand pushed the door wide open.
Still standing in the doorway the hooded figure looked over the room, the double bed was a mess with the white sheets that where rumpled in a pile at the end of the bed. The window was left slightly ajar, and the candles that were lighting the bedroom were on the bedside tables and scattered on the floor, and in the middle of the room were a body pooled in its own blood, a woman’s body. The small hooded figure walked into the bedroom that was glowing in the candle light and took of her cloak, to reveal a beautiful redhead in tight fitting black pants a dark brown curve hugging top and knee high boots that laced up in the front, dropping the thick black velvety cloak on to the bed as she started to make her way slowly toward the body lying on the floorboards.
Now kneeling on the floor as she turned the woman on her back, she was naked...she was dead, her eyes where open with a look of fear, her angelic like face was so emotionless.
She gasped in shock, what had once been a soft body that always seemed to taste like
cherries, was now a mangled corpse. And what was once a creamy white, was now pale white skin with strawberry gashes all over;
her throat was slit as where her wrists. Their was 3 stab wounds on both of her small
breasts, more stab wounds graced her body from her stomach down to her abdomen.
She pulled the dead woman close to her body, and buried her head at the top of her blonde blood soaked hair, inhaling slightly; her hair seemed it always would be cherry scented. Those were her favorites, cherries dipped in chocolate with a cold glass of
chardonnay on those warm nights in summer, the type where you couldn’t sleep because it was so hot.
What was to become, had now became, she could have stopped this but didn’t, it was all coming together just like he had said, now he would be after her and would not stop till he had her. Feeling helpless and lost had she finally let emotion take over.
It had seemed like hours she had been crying, and the time had come to get work.
Laying the body back down onto the floor gently the redhead noticed her left hand was
tightly clenched, curiosity got the best of her and she began pry open the dead woman’s hand. A vile, that once held poison,
"You didn’t even give them a chance, did you April" she said giggling.
Carelessly dropping it onto the floor she walked over to the window and pulled out a 2 inch blade from her right boot and pried open the floorboard with it, the plank popped up. Reaching into the hole due to the missing floorboard planks a small petite hand pulled out a small wooden box, its flat surface shone in the candle light. Lifting the lid carefully she gently picked up the silver key that lay on the red velvet cushioned surface of the inside of the box. Surveying the room one last time to make sure she hadn’t forgotten anything she said her wordless goodbyes and whispered to herself.
“Time to go.”
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A/N: I'm not sure if I should make a sequal, let me now what you think? If I do write a sequal it will be posted in the Horror section so keep a look out for it, read and review.
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The wooden door creaked open and the fowl stench of death and sex that was occupying the candle lit bedroom, was like a breath of fresh air for the small hooded figure, as a gloved hand pushed the door wide open.
Still standing in the doorway the hooded figure looked over the room, the double bed was a mess with the white sheets that where rumpled in a pile at the end of the bed. The window was left slightly ajar, and the candles that were lighting the bedroom were on the bedside tables and scattered on the floor, and in the middle of the room were a body pooled in its own blood, a woman’s body. The small hooded figure walked into the bedroom that was glowing in the candle light and took of her cloak, to reveal a beautiful redhead in tight fitting black pants a dark brown curve hugging top and knee high boots that laced up in the front, dropping the thick black velvety cloak on to the bed as she started to make her way slowly toward the body lying on the floorboards.
Now kneeling on the floor as she turned the woman on her back, she was naked...she was dead, her eyes where open with a look of fear, her angelic like face was so emotionless.
She gasped in shock, what had once been a soft body that always seemed to taste like
cherries, was now a mangled corpse. And what was once a creamy white, was now pale white skin with strawberry gashes all over;
her throat was slit as where her wrists. Their was 3 stab wounds on both of her small
breasts, more stab wounds graced her body from her stomach down to her abdomen.
She pulled the dead woman close to her body, and buried her head at the top of her blonde blood soaked hair, inhaling slightly; her hair seemed it always would be cherry scented. Those were her favorites, cherries dipped in chocolate with a cold glass of
chardonnay on those warm nights in summer, the type where you couldn’t sleep because it was so hot.
What was to become, had now became, she could have stopped this but didn’t, it was all coming together just like he had said, now he would be after her and would not stop till he had her. Feeling helpless and lost had she finally let emotion take over.
It had seemed like hours she had been crying, and the time had come to get work.
Laying the body back down onto the floor gently the redhead noticed her left hand was
tightly clenched, curiosity got the best of her and she began pry open the dead woman’s hand. A vile, that once held poison,
"You didn’t even give them a chance, did you April" she said giggling.
Carelessly dropping it onto the floor she walked over to the window and pulled out a 2 inch blade from her right boot and pried open the floorboard with it, the plank popped up. Reaching into the hole due to the missing floorboard planks a small petite hand pulled out a small wooden box, its flat surface shone in the candle light. Lifting the lid carefully she gently picked up the silver key that lay on the red velvet cushioned surface of the inside of the box. Surveying the room one last time to make sure she hadn’t forgotten anything she said her wordless goodbyes and whispered to herself.
“Time to go.”
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A/N: I'm not sure if I should make a sequal, let me now what you think? If I do write a sequal it will be posted in the Horror section so keep a look out for it, read and review.