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Quoth The Raven
DIR By: Wolfy
Date: October 31, 2013, 4:14 pm
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Authors Note
Quoth The Raven was a very morbid story I wrote sometime before
Christmas last year, so you'll have to bear with me and I
apologise if it's a bit much. I know still how I was feeling
when I wrote it and those wounds are still pretty fresh, but I
hope it isn't too difficult a read. There may also be mistakes
and many of them, because I was so out of it at the time.
Anyway, I hope it isn't too terrible :l
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{I hope you don't mind that I'm using my recreation of an outfit
Sally wore in Practical Magic}
Playlist
Dead Souls - Nine Inch Nails
It Can't Rain All The Time - Jane Siberry
Change - Deftones
Don't Let The Sun Go Down On Me - Roger Daltrey
How Soon Is Now - Love Spit Love
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Re: Quoth The Raven
DIR By: Wolfy
Date: October 31, 2013, 4:27 pm
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Midnight could still smell the welcoming fragrance of his scent
all over her. Each day since he had passed, she would walk
through Elm Forest in the hope of finding herself again. That
small spark of wishful thinking would never come. Since losing
the only man she had ever loved, her life was no longer worth
living. She gave herself a time limit; that if she could not
find inner peace to go on without him within six months, it was
time to end it all. That dreadful day was coming faster than a
speeding bullet. In just a few weeks, her mind would entice her
to pull the trigger of her deceased husbands pistol, and she
would go ahead and do it. Nothing was standing in her way
anymore. His death had ruined her; broken her. Since he was
killed all those months ago, her life had been but a mirage. Not
a single thing made sense, for he was not there with her to
bring happiness through anything. In no way was she holding a
grudge against him. In every way was she holding a grudge
against the despicable, heartless, vile man who took his life.
The man who had taken her husband away from her, leaving him to
rot in the ditches of this very Forest. Midnight had found him
torn and beaten beneath a pile of sycamore leaves. Her heart had
been unable to beat since she first caught sight of his lifeless
body. She wondered how long he had been there, though knew in
the back of her mind it could not have been all that long. He
had ventured out into the woods in search of any kind of culprit
that had been making suspicious noises. The noises, much to
Midnights displeasure, had given her the creeps, and the only
reason he had gone out that night was too make her feel better.
How she regretted complaining. Had she been brave, he would
still be with her right now. She could be curled up in his
loving arms, whispering sweet nothings into his ear all night
long.
It is most likely worth mentioning that she found him only
minutes from death. Despite her own conclusions given the state
of him; he was in fact still alive, though barely. Midnight knew
from the moment he murmered something that he would not make it.
Tears had sprung from her eyes as fast as a flowing river in the
middle of spring. He tried with all his might to open his eyes,
though it was a great struggle. Laying her hands on either side
of his face, she gently pulled him around and rested his head on
her lap. Soothingly, she told him of how much she loved and
adored him. She told him how he was going to be alright; knowing
full well he would never recover from the injuries he had
sustained. From the corner of her eye, a pair of bright red eyes
fell back through a tall brush near one of the huge oak trees.
Frightened as she was, she tried to hide her fear for her
husbands sake. Though, in the coming months, she would soon find
the familiar orbs of death head on. As her husband lay still in
her arms, breathing with difficulty, he managed to open his eyes
for just a brief moment. Midnight allowed her tears to flow
freely, knowing he would understand one way or another, why she
was crying for him. With his eyes fixated on hers as best he
could, he looked up at her with a love that seemed almost
impossible. His breathing became shallow, and through his agony
and what was to be his last breath, he told her he loved her
deeply and would be waiting for her on the other side.
As his final words seeped through his dry lips, Midnight placed
the softest of kisses upon them, her tears giving them moisture.
He had not been able to add pressure to the kiss, but gave her
one last smile before allowing his pained body to collapse in
her arms. She bellowed for hours, but no one even came to see
what the damage was. At first she believed it a curse, that no
one cared about them. Then, she realised his death had not been
in vain. He had died trying to protect her; to keep her from
harms way. She would repay his gratitude, in this life or the
next. Nothing would stand in her way. With great determination,
she set out to find and murder whoever had killed her husband.
It became her destiny and final choice the moment he breathed
his last breath of air. Saddened as she was and with the
likelihood of failing miserably, she would give it her all in
order to take revenge for her loved one.
Days went by painfully slowly since she managed to carry his
body back to their house. Rather than have a formal burial, she
would keep him within her reach. Sickening as her mind was and
no matter how many times it screamed to her that what she was
doing was wrong, she did not care. Her only thoughts were of
keeping her nearby; it gave her the smallest amount of comfort.
To her, it was better than nothing. Weeks went by and she began
to notice the colour change in his face. What was once dealthy
pale and white as snow, was turning a horrible shade of yellow.
Midnight broke down in tears beside his body on the sofa,
holding one of his hands in hers and allowing her mournful cries
to swallow her grief. Eventually, she would have to give him a
proper burial, but she could not bear the thought of having him
beneath the earth and more than five miles from their home. She
wanted him as close as possible, dead or alive. Her sanity had
ridden away with his soul up to heaven, for there was not a
clear thought running through her head. In disgust with herself,
she attempted to harm her own body. She repeated this action
almost daily, following a very strict and undisturbed routine
and gashing slices on her stomach. No one would know if they
existed, for she never showed more than her hands and legs
anyway. To everyone else, she was on the mend.
With that dreadful suicidal day approaching, Midnight did not
have long left to find her husbands murderer, but nothing was
going to stop her now. After months of searching for all kinds
of clues leading to where the dead man might be hiding, she had
picked up just a few bits of information. Bewildered as she was,
it was the towns people who had given her hints of his
whereabouts. Still, she kept herself calm and steady. Though the
people in their town disliked her and her husband very much, for
reasons unknown, they still had a hint of a heart within their
stone chests. For that alone, she was happy to know their names.
Further thoughts invaded her mind as she went on one final walk
through Elm Forest. It was the one and only place she figured
would lead her straight to the man. With it being such a huge
piece of land, absolutely covered with oak trees and brushes and
lakes, she knew that somewhere, there would be evidence. It
boiled her veins to popping point whenever she returned home
again without finding anything, but today was her last in
searching. Tomorrow, without finding a single thing, she would
act on her suicidal thoughts. Even though she was a woman with
high standards and saw such poor acts as an escape from the
harsh world we live in, it was becoming evidently clear to her
just why some people choose to live no more. Her loss had
impacted not only her life, but her mind and her heart had
refused to follow their normal paths. Without her husband around
her, she was not the same person she had been. Though his body
slept peacefully in his favourite clothes on their sofa, he was
not with her, not really.
The snapping of twigs beneath her boots only angered her more as
she bounded through the Forest. In her left hand she held the
pistol that would take her life; in her left, a knife that would
take the killers. With hot tempered determination, she growled
into the night, frightening a few bats and birds from their
burrows in the trees above her. In her moment of weakness and
rage, she looked terrifying to all. But, she wondered, would she
be equally as terrifying toward this man; would he see how much
trouble he had caused. All of her questions floated about like
shadows in her mind, dauntingly realistic. She wanted to know
the answers and she wanted to know them now. Waiting was not an
option anymore; she did not have the time for it. In a few hours
when the sun comes up, her life will be over, and she is hoping
his will as well.
A rustling sound garnered her attention as she passed the same
bush she had spotted those bright red eyes months ago. Without
regard for her own life or whoever was hiding behind that bush,
she stormed through it with her knife, slashing in every
direction. Stopping, she realised the bush was quite large and
overgrown, for she was still standing in it. Confusion and worry
coursed through her, and she turned back the way she came, her
knife outstretched just in case. Out of the corner of her eye,
she saw a glimmer of red. Her anger came rushing back to her in
bursts and the look on her face showed absolutely no mercy.
Midnights hand slashed and thrust forward as she approached the
glowing eyes, fearful still of what it was. In the back of her
mind she knew them to be human eyes, given their shape, but
their colour was not of normality. It made her shudder. Still,
she would keep her promise to her husband. After repeating over
and over every night before she went to bed that she would find
and kill his murderer, she wasn’t about to quit. With great
courage she had never before experienced, she charged through
the bushes, following in the footsteps created by the owner of
those eyes. She knew just by glancing at them, with their evil
glare, that it was the man who had committed such a horrible
crime. Though she herself was about to do worse, she did not
care. No one could ever hope to lock her behind bars if she had
already imprisoned herself and sent her soul into the afterlife.
In all of her wildest dreams since her husbands passing, not one
of them had allowed her to fail. On his behalf and for the sake
of justice, she would get her hands on this man and murder him
in cold blood.
Midnight reached the other side of the bush, noticing she was
back where she started, at the beginning of Elm Forest. That was
certainly a long bush indeed. Now though, she was furious. The
man had gotten away from her and she had not been concentrating
on which direction he had escaped in. She flung herself to the
ground after tossing the knife, and lifted the pistol to her
temple. She kept her eyes open; daring herself to face her
fears, for she would very soon be reunited with her husband.
Just as her finger pulled on the trigger, a giant raven swooped
down from the sky, landing gracefully on the ground before her.
A little frightened but also intrigued by the beautiful bird,
she lowered the gun and set it down beside her. The raven looked
up at her, tilting its head so she could see into its huge black
eyes. As it peered at her, it released a horrifying squawk.
Midnight fell back onto her hands, her legs still bent in front
of her. The raven took a step closer before hopping onto her
knee. It occurred to Midnight that this was not common among
such birds, and as she dared to stroke the soft feathers on its
back, an old tale from her childhood slipped into her mind. Of
what she could remember, and what is supposedly mythical, ravens
are messengers of God. Now, despite never believing in such lore
throughout her life, after all that had happened, she was
willing to assume this raven that had taken a liking to her, was
in fact a messenger of sorts. She forgave herself after putting
the pieces together and realising nothing else would encourage
the bird to approach her as it did.
The raven, much to her surprise, allowed its feathers to be
petted. Midnight smiled genuinely for the first time in months.
But the comfort of this bird was not enough to keep her from
wanting to end her life. As she reached over for the pistol and
held it in place, the raven went mad. It flapped its wings in
her face and pecked harshly at her clothes. It was difficult for
Midnight to do anything other than drop the pistol in an
instant, frightened of being mauled to death by this nouty
little bird. She frowned, shoving it off her lap and stood from
her spot on the cold earth. She walked toward the pistol once
more, but this time had no intention of trying to shoot herself
in the head. Picking it up and taking a long, hard look at it,
she tossed it into the Forest with all her strength. Looking
back at the raven, she noted it hopping alongside her as she
walked back to their home. It was strangely comfortable having
the bird follow her home; it was almost as though nothing could
harm her in having it around. Perhaps those tales of protection
and observation had been true after all. Not to mention her
favourite tale; of these beautiful creatures being sent down
from heaven. Or, the opposing end of the afterlife; hell.
Midnight shook her head to rid it of such morbidness. She saw
absolutely no reason as to why the Gods would send her husband
somewhere he did not belong.
The anger that took over her body just thinking about such a
thing was scary. As she walked up the path to their lovely home,
she was reminded that she would be sleeping alone again tonight.
For how long would this pest of a raven keep its watchful eye on
her, she did not know. She did not like it. Her need to be with
her love was so strong, she would give absolutely anything to
have it happen. The sooner the better; though with this bird
around it was likely to be a while from now. She did not think
she would cope. It was torture from morning till night, even
with his body laying about the house; it was no longer a
comfort.
A strong and chilly breeze brushed by the pair of them as
Midnight climbed the steps to the front door. With the raven
following close behind her, she seemed almost at ease. The
question of whether or not she should allow it inside was a
whole new story. Perhaps, the company of such a kind bird would
change her point of view on certain things; perhaps it would
not. She would find out one way or another, and as the raven
crept close behind her when she unlocked the door, she made up
her mind to let it in. At first, it seemed almost afraid of what
was in their house, but once Midnight closed and locked the door
behind her, the bird flew straight into the main room. Panic
coursed through her veins as she realised her husband was laying
there on the sofa, wrapped up in a blanket and pale as ever.
Rushing through the hallway and into the main room, she spotted
the raven perched happily on the arm of the sofa. It was gazing
down at her husband with a curious look in its eyes. With one
loud squawk, it jumped down and landed right on his chest.
Shrieking like a banshee, Midnight raced over to shoo the raven
away, but it bit her hand in response. Small drops of blood
seeped through the wound and with an angry cry, she left the
bird alone with her husband. Whilst in the kitchen and searching
high and low for a bandage, she heard groaning. That is quite
odd; no bird she knew ever made groaning noises like that
before. As a matter of fact, she knew them not to groan at all.
Midnight left her wound uncovered and ran back to see what was
going on. The raven was prancing around the room as though it
owned the place. That was no surprise really, after all it had
done so far. But, the atmosphere within the room had changed
dramatically. She had only been in here moments ago, and it now
felt as though the devil had walked into her home uninvited.
With a confused mind, she figured a bargain with the big red guy
might be of positivity. After all, there was nothing left for
her.
The same groan as before echoed around the room. Midnight froze
just behind the sofa, frightened by the idea that someone or
something had gotten into her house. Though she reminded herself
over and over that she had locked up, fear gripped her body.
Another groan sounded, but this time a call for help followed.
It was no time for her mind to be playing tricks on her. She
turned on her heel and headed on upstairs, away from the
eeriness of the main room. She could only hope the raven would
find a comfortable place to stay for the night. Her worry over
the bird pecking at her husband was no longer present. She was
much too frightened. For the first time in months, she felt just
how unstable she had become.
Midnight slipped under the covers of their bed and lay on her
back for hours, staring up at the ceiling. Her mind raced back
and forth, replaying all that had happened in just one night.
What could have possibly made all that noise; she did not know.
It was certainly not the raven by any means. Her imagination was
wild, but that was stretching it just a tad. Slowly but surely,
her eyelids closed of their own free will. She dreamt horrible
dreams that night, dreams she knew were likely after all she had
been through. What had happened to her husband was the worst
thing in the world, so anything else would be a walk in the park
now. Tossing and turning and even jumping up screaming made her
restless. Glancing at the clock as soon as she woke up, she took
note of the dominant 3 that looked back at her. With tired eyes
and a need for something to soothe her aching throat, she
climbed down the stairs and into the kitchen. As she passed by
the main room, the raven was sitting beside a person. The person
gave Midnight a terrible fright, for they were leaning over with
their legs crossed; the ends of their hair just about touching
the carpet. It looked as though someone had kicked them in the
stomach and they were doubled over in pain. Midnight thought for
a while as she stood there, before daring to take a few steps
toward them. As she did so, her heart bounced up into her
throat. On the sofa, was nothing. No body of her husband, nor
the raven, which was of course still seated quite happily beside
this cold and shivering person. Could it be…no, it most
certainly could not. The idea that passed through her mind was
one of complete and utter insanity. In no way, shape or form
could this person be that of her deceased husband, for he was
exactly that; deceased.
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Re: Quoth The Raven
DIR By: Maggie Flannery
Date: November 1, 2013, 1:42 am
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Oh my lord! Lisa-Marie you've hit me right in the feels! I adore
this and you've outdone yourself my dear! Don't you dare
apologize for anything dear, I've found the best stories come
from those dark places we all have and I can feel this, this is
really something. You made me cry! Oh lord, I think I need a
moment. The gif sums me up at the moment and I have to thank you
for sharing this, *hugs* I loved the outfit and the place as
well, and that banner! I wish mine came out that nicely!
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Re: Quoth The Raven
DIR By: Wolfy
Date: November 3, 2013, 8:12 am
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I apologise for the enormous amount of emotion in this one! D: I
have never written anything quite like that before, nor have I
written anything like it since but with the way I've been
feeling lately, another might be due sometime soon, heh. That is
such an emotional gif! I'm so sorry for upsetting you like that,
but am glad you enjoyed the story either way ~hugs~
unfortunately, there is more to this story so I'll share the
rest below. This next extract completes it, so there'll be no
more misery after this. I also apologise for any errors you
might find!
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She stepped closer, afraid in case it was someone dangerous.
Trying to find her voice was no good either. It had vanished
right along with her bravery moments ago. Still, she kept on
moving closer and closer, until she was standing directly in
front of the stranger. She knelt down to their level and reached
out her hand toward their shoulder. With shaking hands, she lay
it in the desired location and barely had time to say anything
at all. The stranger was certainly no stranger to her; but he
had grabbed her hand in his and pinned her down on her back
before she could even blink. A wave of multiple emotions crossed
over her face and she did not know whether to laugh out of shock
or cry out of happiness.
All of these things mingled with one another and Midnight ran
her hands up and down his arms, mumbling nonsense about him
being okay. Despite her best efforts to speak normally, she
couldn’t seem to form coherent sentences. All the while, he was
gazing down at her with the same amount of love he always had,
it just did not seem the same anymore. Of course, through his
eyes she could tell her loved her deeply, but there was
something else within them that would soon make itself known.
For some reason, and it was something she could not deny, a
glimmer of revenge flickered across his face. Midnight opened
her mouth again to tell him she loved him, but he brought his
hand up immediately and covered her lips. Confused, she squinted
and frowned up at him, but he simply smiled down at her and
removed his hand, replacing it with his lips. Surprised but
absolutely delighted, Midnight wrapped her arms around his neck
and kissed him back hungrily. It had been far too long since
they last tasted each other; and it felt no different.
Something about his kiss felt odd however. It seemed it was
highly urgent, almost as though he would never be able to kiss
her again. In her minds eye she could see all that he had been
through since his death; it all seemed quite lovely. Though,
through it all she saw the pain behind it and how badly he had
wanted to be with her again. It brought fresh tears to her eyes
and as he kissed all over her face, he tasted the saltiness on
his now moistened lips.
Pulling away with force, as he did not wish to, he looked down
on his lovely wife and caressed her face gently with his thumb.
He cupped her cheek within the palm of his hand and watched with
happiness as she leaned eagerly into it. Her own hands came up
and held his in place, refusing to let him move it. For so many
years, he could only ever imagine why she adored that gesture so
much. Either way, it did not bother him to any extent at all. In
fact, he rather loved it himself. He allowed her to hold his
hand in place a while longer, before regretfully moving it away.
The pain across her face as he did so haunted him. He sighed in
defeat. Standing up and staggering a little, he made his way
over to the window. Midnight stared after him, attempting to
calm herself before getting up and following.
“How long has it been?” he whispered.
His attention was focused severely on all that moved outside.
For some reason, he seemed to know that something out there was
not friendly. He knew, the man who had killed him, was no man at
all. Midnight approached him and stopped right behind him. She
wrapped her small arms around his waist and felt how much had
needed to eat. Though, now was probably not the best time in the
world. She rested her head against his back and allowed her
hands to travel over his body; but their trip was cut short once
she noticed a beating heart was not part of his chest. There was
no beating there at all.
“Six months… Draven, why has your heart stopped?” she said,
backing away from him.
Draven turned only his head to look at his darling. His eyes
told her everything she needed to know, but it was still too
much to take on board. He was back; but he was not really back.
Her head began to ache as she realised he would soon be leaving
her again. With that thought in mind, she retraced her steps and
gave him just enough time to turn fully so he could catch her.
Midnight jumped forcefully into his arms, wrapping her legs
firmly around his waist and planting kisses all over his face.
She knew that if they did not have long together, she was going
to make it worth their while. Draven seemed to approve. With his
beloved still in his arms, he carried her as she had landed up
the stairs and into their bedroom. He would make it a night to
remember, for he knew just as well that he would not be hanging
around.
Thousands of I love you’s floated around the room as the pair
made love. Nothing held them back on this night and they made
sure it would never be forgotten. Draven dropped Midnight onto
the bed and crawled slowly over her like a snake. His face still
seemed a little lost, but his eyes remained as they always had;
full of nothing but love for the woman who lay beneath him.
Midnight stared up at him and with shakey hands, she reached for
the waistband of his black pants. It was all very familiar of
course, but given the emotions running through her body right
now, her unease was expected.
With his pants now flung across the room and his shirt
unbuttoned, Draven stripped his love of the little clothing she
had been wearing until she lay bare below him. His eyes
marvelled at the sight of her, as they always had. Midnight
blushed deeply and reached up to grab his hair in her hands. She
pulled him down to her level after leaning up a little and
kissed him passionately. Her kiss was needy, and he gave her
everything she was begging him for. Small whimpers escaped her
mouth when he pulled away and tormented her neck instead. She
wanted his mouth on hers terribly, but knew he was better off
having his way with her this night. Draven continued to tease
her neck with his tongue and teeth, then made his way down her
chest toward her stomach. Midnight froze for a moment as
butterflies swam around inside her. It was always the same. He
knew exactly how and where to touch her. Remembering such
moments made her forget all of her worries, and she pulled him
up again to give him another kiss. He kissed back with just as
much urgency, allowing Midnight to remove the unbuttoned shirt
from his torso. He watched her with a grin as she pulled off his
boxers, her eyes bulging still at the sight of him. Though, she
knew very well of his size. The shock on her face always made
him laugh. Sensing his amusement, she parted her legs further
and wrapped one of them around his waist. She did something in
that moment that he never thought she would be brave enough to
do; she grabbed his ass with both hands and pulled him right
down against her. He’d guided himself just in time to fill her
with his entire length, and her moans of pleasure caused him to
pump in and out of her fiercely. She did not mind, knowing it
would probably be their last time.
“You have no idea how much I love you” he cooed, slowing his
rhythm.
“If that is true, you have no idea how much I love you either”
she said, running her hands over his back.
At his slow pace, she felt tormented. Draven smiled sweetly down
at her, knowing just what he was doing. It took Midnight only
seconds to realise he was playing with her. She smiled just as
sweetly back at him and began to lift her hips to meet his each
time he thrust inside of her. His delightful sounds of bliss
pleased her greatly. She smiled wider, her eyes closing of their
own free will.
The pair were still entwined in the early hours of the morning;
both incredibly exhausted from all the movement and changes of
pace and positions. Midnight giggled for no real reason at all
as she snuggled close into her husbands chest. Her arms clung to
him so tightly, she thought he might be unable to breathe, but
then she recalled his heart was not beating anyway. Another wave
of sadness creeped over her, and he noticed. Draven pulled her
tight against him and kissed her forehead gently.
“When do you have to leave” she asked, gazing up at him.
Draven sighed at her morbid question, but answered honestly.
“Baby, I really don’t know. I don’t even know what I’m doing
back in the first place. Maybe I have unfinished business.”
With that being said, an idea sparked in Midnights mind. She sat
up in bed beside him with a look of pure wonder on her face.
Dravens eyes followed her as she stood from the bed and walked
over to the window. It was already beginning to brighten
outside, and as Midnight stood before the sunrise, his eyes
twinkled. She looked absolutely beautiful to him; he did not
believe he would manage leaving her again. He would of course do
all within his power to prevent their parting. When she turned
back to face him, he noticed something he had not the day
before. Perhaps he had been too busy pleasing her to spot such a
ghastly slice on her stomach. Midnight hurriedly walked toward
the bedroom door with the intention of showering as an excuse to
hide her cut up body. Just as she reached the door, it slammed
shut in front of her. Draven was no longer in the bed, and the
curtains had been closed, darkening the room. She could not see
a single thing. Her breath caught in her throat as she tried to
feel her way back to the bed. Using the walls as guidance, she
made sure not to trip over anything and called out her husbands
name quietly. If he was playing around it was certainly not
funny. He knew just how clumsy she could be.
“What have you been doing to yourself?” his voice whispered,
pushing her right up against the wall.
With her left cheek pressed up against the wallpaper, she
shivered. Such a position would normally turn her on to no end,
but she was more worried about him finding out she’d been
harming herself.
“Nothing.. I haven’t been doing anything. That was an
accident..” she lied.
“Of course it was” he said, speaking directly into her right
ear.
Further shivers gathered and her skin went up in flames. His
touch sent her into overdrive; her legs weakened below her and
she felt herself falling. Draven pressed his body closer into
hers to keep her steady as he parted her legs ever so slightly.
Midnight cried out in pleasure when he slipped into her from
behind, giving him the ability to thrust as deeply as he wanted
to. Her hands clung to the wall as much as possible as he pumped
in and out of her, taking care not to harm her stomach in any
way. After what felt like hours, he turned her around without
even pulling out of her. His excuse was that she felt nice and
snug.
The sickly comment made her blush a thousands shades of red, but
still she would not complain. Each stroke felt like heaven; to
them both. He knew more than her what heaven really felt like,
but this could be nothing short of a single sparkle in the
clouds above. He slowed eventually, pulling out again and
keeping her against the wall so she did not collapse on him.
Smiling down at her, he watched as she slumped against him, her
body shaking with happiness.
“So” he said, picking her up bridal style and carrying her back
to bed, “What did you do?.”
“I did what I had to do” she murmered, burying her face in the
pillows and curling up into a little ball beside him. She
snuggled closer when she found that she was not close enough.
She kept this up until she was pretty much laying on him
entirely, her head resting on his chest.
The lack of thumping beneath her left ear bothered her, but she
relaxed knowing he was unable to leave with her so attached to
him. Perhaps the Gods would be kind enough to let her have him
back. If only they worked in such a way.
“Baby, you hurt yourself for nothing” he said, brushing his
fingers through her oaken hair.
“I couldn’t take the pain” she mumbled, audibly, allowing sleep
to take over.
Though he had known very well just how much she truly loved him;
this was the full extent of what his death had done to her. She
was harming herself every single day; God knows what would
happen if he had to leave her again, all alone. He could not and
would not allow it to happen. If this is the result of him not
being with her, he would do anything to take it all back. He
could not leave again and watch with sorrow whilst his beloved
tore herself to pieces day by day.
Draven held her tightly in his embrace for hours. He held her
until the sun left the sky once more. Realising he would have to
get up and get moving soon, he gently shifted his sleeping love
onto the other side of the bed. Marvelling at how peaceful she
looked; he smiled to himself.
“Where are you going?” she mumbled, barely opening her eyes.
“Just for a walk, around the house” he said, stroking her cheek
and waiting as she closed her eyes again.
Once he was sure she had fallen asleep again, he removed his
hand, smiled one last time and walked out of the room. A pang of
guilt ran through his bloodless veins knowing he had lied to
her. He was going for a walk; but he was going into the Forest.
It would take him most of the night to find the man who had
killed him, but he was no mere mortal anymore. His strength had
more than tripled and there was no chance of being murdered
again. For months, he had been watching Midnight pacing
throughout this Forest in search of her husbands killer. It was
time to put an end to it; it was time to take his revenge.
Draven spotted red eyes as he walked cautiously through the
Forest. He had no weapon in either hand and planned instead on
using his fists if he had to. The eyes were watching him with
wonder. It looked a lot like disbelief to him. He too was
suffering from disbelief as to why he had returned. Never in a
million years would he have thought it possible to come back.
Walking deeper into the dark Forest, closer and close to the
eyes that remained on him, he wondered how he would go about
this. For, it was most likely impossible to harm whoever was
watching him. Their red eyes made it so. No one had red eyes,
unless they wore contacts. This seemed to spark his interest
even more. He sped through the leaves and the tall bush as quick
as his feet would carry him. He stopped and frowned when he
reached the other side. He had only come back to where he had
first started. But there was something else to worry about;
Midnight was making her way down toward him. Along the dirty
path leading to the Forest, she walked quickly. Her face was
screwed up in anger and she held a knife in her right hand.
Draven knew he should have told her the truth; now he had them
both in danger.
“Midnight, what are you doing out here?” he yelled, rushing over
to her.
Before she could open her mouth to respond, the red eyed man
swooped down from somewhere above, shielded her for a split
second, and was gone before Draven could blink. He had not
stopped running toward her when the man had flown down. Dropping
to his knees in front of Midnight, he spotted the slice on her
stomach and noticed it was bleeding through her clothes. In her
eyes, he saw severe pain. But he also saw a great amount of
love.
Midnight collapsed to her knees, holding her stomach in agony.
Though she had wanted to end her life for some months now, she
had not thought about it once since having her beloved back. Now
however, she realised they could finally be together, for she
knew she was not going to survive the depth of this wound. It
stung like nothing she had ever felt before, and a cool breeze
made the gaping hole even worse. Draven dropped to his knees as
well. He crawled over to her and held her in his arms for some
time. She was growing weaker by the minute and he could see it.
Though he had no heart in his chest, his eyes began to water in
abundance. They spilled over Midnight like a fountain, adding a
glisten to her pale cheeks.
“I love you” she whispered.
“I love you too, baby” he said, finding this all too familiar to
his own death.
Midnight did not even recall such a moment. It seemed she had
chosen to shut out that horrible night the second he had come
back to her. Now, through the pain in his eyes, she could
remember bits of it. Her own eyes began to water with the
realisation of it all, but she did not allow herself to cry out
loud. Tears slipped down her cheeks and onto his chest as he
held her tightly against him. Midnight tried in vain to wrap her
arms around him; finding them to be too numb to move. This alone
made her scream, though quietly. Draven expected it, and with
all he had in him, he kissed her with all the forces of the
universe. He too felt the life creeping away from his body.
Smiling, he pulled away from her and reassured her they would be
together very, very soon. Midnight smiled up at him as best she
could, clinging to the hand he had lay out for her to hold. They
lay together on the Forest grass with poppies surrounding them.
In no more than half an hour, both passed, at the same time. The
breath in each of them escaped one last time, after one more ‘I
love you’, and they were lost to heaven for all eternity.
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