The Time Has Come For Bitter Things.
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Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,561
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
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The Time Has Come For Bitter Things.
Act 1: I'll be watching you
He waited two hours after she got into bed, to make sure she was dead asleep. It was easy to get into the house. He could have just broken down the door, but he wanted to draw this out. He wanted her to know that he would be there even if she couldn’t see him. He walked into her room and looked at her for a moment. She was as beautiful as an angel, with her hair spread across her pillow like a wave of gold. She had a slight smile upon her face. She was probably dreaming about her lover. Anger welled up inside of him as his hands clenched into fists. He rode the anger, like a wave, waiting it out. No, he wouldn’t hurt her tonight. He would give her the time to atone for her sins. He turned to her bathroom, and found her make-up kit. He searched through it until he found what he was looking for. He held her favorite color of lipstick in a gloved hand, then pulled off the cap and went to the mirrored dresser that faced her bed. He left her a message on the glass and then left her a present on the dresser. He left the house as silently as he came in, leaving the door wide open behind him.
Act 2: Leech
Gabrielle awoke with sunlight on her face and a smile of her lips. She stared at the ceiling for a while, giving herself the luxury to awaken slowly. She tried to recall the fragments of last nights dream, but was distracted by a smell and the sound of buzzing. She sniffed the air for a moment, and sat up in bed. The sight that greeted her made her scream out loud. On her dresser mirror was scrawled in messy child-like script: I will be watching you. And on the dresser itself was what was making the horrible smell. Someone had taken a white dove and nailed it’s wings to a piece of wood. A needle was pierced through its heart. Somehow flies had gotten into the house and were swarming it. She ran into the bathroom and retched a few dry heaves. When her stomach stopped spasming, she sat on the toilet and cried…
* * * * * * *
Her boyfriend, Sean ,was over later that night; he came over as soon as he got off of work. Gabrielle couldn’t bear to touch the macabre thing on her dresser.
“Jesus, who the hell could of done this?” he asked as he scooped it into a heavy-duty trash bag. He stopped and cursed, “Shit. Did you call the police yet?”
Gabrielle nodded, “They were here about an hour ago. Who ever did it knew what the hell they were doing. They didn’t find any fingerprints.” She let out a frustrated sigh. "It seems I have my own personal stalker.."
Sean tossed the mess into the trashcan outside and came back to find her spraying the room down with Lysol. He wrapped his arms around her.
“You okay?” he asked as he nibbled her ear.
Gabrielle giggled and smiled at him. “I am now that you’re here.” She pressed herself against him and grabbed him suggestively.
“Christ woman!” he laughed, “Here? After what happened?”
“No,” she pouted, “Lets go back to your place..”
Unbeknownst to the both of them, they were being watched by a pair of angry, glowing eyes.
Act 3: Right thru you
They were going back to her filthly lover’s place. Rage welled within him, but he assured the demons inside his head that he would make the bastard pay. She belonged to him and no one else. He would make that man pay for every tainted touch he placed upon her skin. She though she could take up with anyone who gave her compliments and attention? Could she possibly have it in her mind that she belonged to anyone but him? No, his angel was not going to get rid of him so easily. He would make her pay as well, for her sins, her treachery, for breaking him inside. He followed them back to her lover’s apartment, and waited until night. He could bide his time. He could wait.
Act 4: He did it all for you
They arrived at Sean’s apartment pretty late, after picking up something to eat at a local last food joint. They made short work of their clothes, leaving a trail to the bedroom and their coupling was quick and frenzied.
Afterwards Gabrielle pouted, clearly still feeling unfulfilled, but Sean just rolled over and ignored her. She got up in a huff and went into his bathroom to take a shower, slamming as many doors as she could on the way. Sean mutter a curse under his breath and reached over to turn off the light, when he heard a knocking at the door. He looked over at the clock on the nightstand and saw that it read midnight.
“Who the hell could that be this late?” He pulled on a pair of boxers and stumbled to his front door. The knocking became more insistent.
“This had better be pretty damn important,” he snarled as he peered out the peephole. He saw some freak in a trench coat with long black hair that covered most his face. Sean opened the door, the stranger just stood there looking at him.
“What the hell do you want?” Sean growled, “It’s frickin’ midnight! I swear to God if you’re selling something I’ll kick your as-.” He stopped mid-sentence when he saw that his unexpected “guest” was brandishing an aluminum baseball bat. Sean’s eyes got large and he backed away from the door.
“Dude, I was just kidding,” he said his voice filled with fear, “Don’t do anything that you might regret!”
The bat swung and hit Sean in the head, splattering blood all over the room. Sean dropped to the floor like a pile of bricks.
“I have no regrets,” replied a rough voice to the empty room.
* * * * * * *
Gabrielle stepped out of the bathroom, with just a towel wrapped around her wet body. She fully intended to do a strip tease for Sean to try and get him in the mood again, but he wasn’t in bed anymore. She scowled, but then replaced it with a saccharine sweet smile.
“Sean, honey, I’m sorry about before,” she called out, “Why don’t you let me make it up to you?” There was no answer.
“Sean?” she called out, as a trace of irritation bled into her voice. Still there was no answer. She wandered out of the bedroom and was greeted by the second horrific sight of the day.
Sean’s crumbled body lay on the floor, his head a pulpy mess of blood, bone and gray matter. Kneeling over him was her worst nightmare holding a bloody baseball bat. He was tall, maybe seven feet, his skin as pale as a dead fish’s stomach, his long black hair looked greasy in the light of the room. His eyes were a glowing red and he had gore splattered all over the lower half of his face. He had been using his free hand to shovel bits of flesh, blood and gray matter into his mouth. Gabrielle could see the glint of sharp canines in the harsh light of the living room. He stood in one fluid motion, his burning eyes seeming to burn into her brain.
“I warned you, Gabrielle. You are mine and mine alone. I’ve made sure of that.” he hissed in a grating voice.
Before Gabrielle could open her mouth to scream, he had crossed the room with two of his giant steps and had his blood soaked hand over her mouth.
Act 5: The time has come for Bitter things
He watched her, as she lay unconscious on the surgical steel table. He had strapped her down securely, so she wouldn’t do any unnecessary struggling, during the purging. He brushed a blonde lock away from her forehead. She was so beautiful, his little angel. He still loved her despite everything she had done to him. He would wash the sin and evil from her body, making her white and clean. She would be his forever. His darling Gabrielle would never leave this place.
* * * * * * * * *
Gabrielle awoke with a throbbing in her head, to the sound of someone singing softly, in a whispery sort of voice.
“I'm not gonna lie. I'll not be a gentleman. Behind the boathouse, I'll show you my dark secret.”
Her eyes opened and stared into a bare bulb that swung overhead. She turned her head and saw a dark figure industriously setting tools on a metal workbench. She tried to struggle, but found she was strapped to the table she was lying on. The singing continued.
“I'm not gonna lie. I want you for mine, my blushing bride. My lover, be my lover yeah...”
He turned to look at her, and as the light swung overhead it illuminated his pale face, still stained red with blood. He smiled down at her, his sharp teeth gleaming, brushing a stained hand across her cheek. She flinched away, whimpering in fear. He leaned down and weredered softly into her ear, “Don't be afraid I didn't mean to scare you.. So help me Jesus.”
Tears trickled down Gabrielle's cheeks; she tried to talk to him to beg for her life. She wanted to scream out, ‘WHY? WHY ME? What have I done to you?! Please if you let me go I’ll never tell!’ but her mouth was fused shut with duct tape.
“I am sorry about this, angel,” he whispered softly to her as he smoothed away blonde hair from her cheeks. “I could not watch as that filth drug you down deeper into his decay.” He brushed his lips against her forehead in a reverent kiss, smearing blood against her temple. “But now I must cleanse you of your sins.”
He reached over and pulled a tray of assorted cruel looking blades, needles and wire near her and put an industrial sized jug of bleach on the table.
“This may sting a little…..”
* * * * * * * * *
It was hard going for a while but he was ever constant, not letting her screams stop him. His faith was pure and true. She must be clean. At one point she had bit thru her tongue, from the pain, and her blood seeped slowly through the tape. He could not resist the temptation to pull away the tape and lick the blood from her lips. She was so numbed by the pain that she didn’t resist when he probed deeper, past her lips, to taste of the blood pooling in her mouth. Finally her body could not handle larglarge amount trauma cased to it. She gave a moist sounding gurgle deep within her throat as she breathed her last breath and died.
He wept a single bloody tear, which fell upon her now porcelain white skin. He had spent the last few hours bleaching her, washing away the impurities, the filth that her human lover's hand left upon her flesh. She was white and pure now, an angle sent down from heaven. Just like the others.
He turned and swung the overhead bulb towards the back of the room. The light illuminated against a row of six glass tanks, four of which held pale white bodies with light blond hair waving in formaldehyde. One of the last two tanks stood open, waiting for it’s next occupant.
He pulled the straps off his newest angel’s body and carried her to her new home, like a groom carrying his bride over the threshold. He placed her into the tank, arranging her hands over her chest, threading a red rose thru her fingers. He closed the door and turned a knob at the side of the tank. Liquid started to slowly fill the tank. He placed a kiss against the glass and turned away. It was time to finish his collection….
Prick your finger, it is done,
The moon has now eclipsed the sun,
The Angel has spread her wings,
The time has come for Bitter things….
Fin…
He waited two hours after she got into bed, to make sure she was dead asleep. It was easy to get into the house. He could have just broken down the door, but he wanted to draw this out. He wanted her to know that he would be there even if she couldn’t see him. He walked into her room and looked at her for a moment. She was as beautiful as an angel, with her hair spread across her pillow like a wave of gold. She had a slight smile upon her face. She was probably dreaming about her lover. Anger welled up inside of him as his hands clenched into fists. He rode the anger, like a wave, waiting it out. No, he wouldn’t hurt her tonight. He would give her the time to atone for her sins. He turned to her bathroom, and found her make-up kit. He searched through it until he found what he was looking for. He held her favorite color of lipstick in a gloved hand, then pulled off the cap and went to the mirrored dresser that faced her bed. He left her a message on the glass and then left her a present on the dresser. He left the house as silently as he came in, leaving the door wide open behind him.
Act 2: Leech
Gabrielle awoke with sunlight on her face and a smile of her lips. She stared at the ceiling for a while, giving herself the luxury to awaken slowly. She tried to recall the fragments of last nights dream, but was distracted by a smell and the sound of buzzing. She sniffed the air for a moment, and sat up in bed. The sight that greeted her made her scream out loud. On her dresser mirror was scrawled in messy child-like script: I will be watching you. And on the dresser itself was what was making the horrible smell. Someone had taken a white dove and nailed it’s wings to a piece of wood. A needle was pierced through its heart. Somehow flies had gotten into the house and were swarming it. She ran into the bathroom and retched a few dry heaves. When her stomach stopped spasming, she sat on the toilet and cried…
* * * * * * *
Her boyfriend, Sean ,was over later that night; he came over as soon as he got off of work. Gabrielle couldn’t bear to touch the macabre thing on her dresser.
“Jesus, who the hell could of done this?” he asked as he scooped it into a heavy-duty trash bag. He stopped and cursed, “Shit. Did you call the police yet?”
Gabrielle nodded, “They were here about an hour ago. Who ever did it knew what the hell they were doing. They didn’t find any fingerprints.” She let out a frustrated sigh. "It seems I have my own personal stalker.."
Sean tossed the mess into the trashcan outside and came back to find her spraying the room down with Lysol. He wrapped his arms around her.
“You okay?” he asked as he nibbled her ear.
Gabrielle giggled and smiled at him. “I am now that you’re here.” She pressed herself against him and grabbed him suggestively.
“Christ woman!” he laughed, “Here? After what happened?”
“No,” she pouted, “Lets go back to your place..”
Unbeknownst to the both of them, they were being watched by a pair of angry, glowing eyes.
Act 3: Right thru you
They were going back to her filthly lover’s place. Rage welled within him, but he assured the demons inside his head that he would make the bastard pay. She belonged to him and no one else. He would make that man pay for every tainted touch he placed upon her skin. She though she could take up with anyone who gave her compliments and attention? Could she possibly have it in her mind that she belonged to anyone but him? No, his angel was not going to get rid of him so easily. He would make her pay as well, for her sins, her treachery, for breaking him inside. He followed them back to her lover’s apartment, and waited until night. He could bide his time. He could wait.
Act 4: He did it all for you
They arrived at Sean’s apartment pretty late, after picking up something to eat at a local last food joint. They made short work of their clothes, leaving a trail to the bedroom and their coupling was quick and frenzied.
Afterwards Gabrielle pouted, clearly still feeling unfulfilled, but Sean just rolled over and ignored her. She got up in a huff and went into his bathroom to take a shower, slamming as many doors as she could on the way. Sean mutter a curse under his breath and reached over to turn off the light, when he heard a knocking at the door. He looked over at the clock on the nightstand and saw that it read midnight.
“Who the hell could that be this late?” He pulled on a pair of boxers and stumbled to his front door. The knocking became more insistent.
“This had better be pretty damn important,” he snarled as he peered out the peephole. He saw some freak in a trench coat with long black hair that covered most his face. Sean opened the door, the stranger just stood there looking at him.
“What the hell do you want?” Sean growled, “It’s frickin’ midnight! I swear to God if you’re selling something I’ll kick your as-.” He stopped mid-sentence when he saw that his unexpected “guest” was brandishing an aluminum baseball bat. Sean’s eyes got large and he backed away from the door.
“Dude, I was just kidding,” he said his voice filled with fear, “Don’t do anything that you might regret!”
The bat swung and hit Sean in the head, splattering blood all over the room. Sean dropped to the floor like a pile of bricks.
“I have no regrets,” replied a rough voice to the empty room.
* * * * * * *
Gabrielle stepped out of the bathroom, with just a towel wrapped around her wet body. She fully intended to do a strip tease for Sean to try and get him in the mood again, but he wasn’t in bed anymore. She scowled, but then replaced it with a saccharine sweet smile.
“Sean, honey, I’m sorry about before,” she called out, “Why don’t you let me make it up to you?” There was no answer.
“Sean?” she called out, as a trace of irritation bled into her voice. Still there was no answer. She wandered out of the bedroom and was greeted by the second horrific sight of the day.
Sean’s crumbled body lay on the floor, his head a pulpy mess of blood, bone and gray matter. Kneeling over him was her worst nightmare holding a bloody baseball bat. He was tall, maybe seven feet, his skin as pale as a dead fish’s stomach, his long black hair looked greasy in the light of the room. His eyes were a glowing red and he had gore splattered all over the lower half of his face. He had been using his free hand to shovel bits of flesh, blood and gray matter into his mouth. Gabrielle could see the glint of sharp canines in the harsh light of the living room. He stood in one fluid motion, his burning eyes seeming to burn into her brain.
“I warned you, Gabrielle. You are mine and mine alone. I’ve made sure of that.” he hissed in a grating voice.
Before Gabrielle could open her mouth to scream, he had crossed the room with two of his giant steps and had his blood soaked hand over her mouth.
Act 5: The time has come for Bitter things
He watched her, as she lay unconscious on the surgical steel table. He had strapped her down securely, so she wouldn’t do any unnecessary struggling, during the purging. He brushed a blonde lock away from her forehead. She was so beautiful, his little angel. He still loved her despite everything she had done to him. He would wash the sin and evil from her body, making her white and clean. She would be his forever. His darling Gabrielle would never leave this place.
* * * * * * * * *
Gabrielle awoke with a throbbing in her head, to the sound of someone singing softly, in a whispery sort of voice.
“I'm not gonna lie. I'll not be a gentleman. Behind the boathouse, I'll show you my dark secret.”
Her eyes opened and stared into a bare bulb that swung overhead. She turned her head and saw a dark figure industriously setting tools on a metal workbench. She tried to struggle, but found she was strapped to the table she was lying on. The singing continued.
“I'm not gonna lie. I want you for mine, my blushing bride. My lover, be my lover yeah...”
He turned to look at her, and as the light swung overhead it illuminated his pale face, still stained red with blood. He smiled down at her, his sharp teeth gleaming, brushing a stained hand across her cheek. She flinched away, whimpering in fear. He leaned down and weredered softly into her ear, “Don't be afraid I didn't mean to scare you.. So help me Jesus.”
Tears trickled down Gabrielle's cheeks; she tried to talk to him to beg for her life. She wanted to scream out, ‘WHY? WHY ME? What have I done to you?! Please if you let me go I’ll never tell!’ but her mouth was fused shut with duct tape.
“I am sorry about this, angel,” he whispered softly to her as he smoothed away blonde hair from her cheeks. “I could not watch as that filth drug you down deeper into his decay.” He brushed his lips against her forehead in a reverent kiss, smearing blood against her temple. “But now I must cleanse you of your sins.”
He reached over and pulled a tray of assorted cruel looking blades, needles and wire near her and put an industrial sized jug of bleach on the table.
“This may sting a little…..”
* * * * * * * * *
It was hard going for a while but he was ever constant, not letting her screams stop him. His faith was pure and true. She must be clean. At one point she had bit thru her tongue, from the pain, and her blood seeped slowly through the tape. He could not resist the temptation to pull away the tape and lick the blood from her lips. She was so numbed by the pain that she didn’t resist when he probed deeper, past her lips, to taste of the blood pooling in her mouth. Finally her body could not handle larglarge amount trauma cased to it. She gave a moist sounding gurgle deep within her throat as she breathed her last breath and died.
He wept a single bloody tear, which fell upon her now porcelain white skin. He had spent the last few hours bleaching her, washing away the impurities, the filth that her human lover's hand left upon her flesh. She was white and pure now, an angle sent down from heaven. Just like the others.
He turned and swung the overhead bulb towards the back of the room. The light illuminated against a row of six glass tanks, four of which held pale white bodies with light blond hair waving in formaldehyde. One of the last two tanks stood open, waiting for it’s next occupant.
He pulled the straps off his newest angel’s body and carried her to her new home, like a groom carrying his bride over the threshold. He placed her into the tank, arranging her hands over her chest, threading a red rose thru her fingers. He closed the door and turned a knob at the side of the tank. Liquid started to slowly fill the tank. He placed a kiss against the glass and turned away. It was time to finish his collection….
Prick your finger, it is done,
The moon has now eclipsed the sun,
The Angel has spread her wings,
The time has come for Bitter things….
Fin…