Fantasy I had while doing the dishes
This isn’t exactly how the fantasy went, but it’s the best I could translate from emotion to words. I refuse to reread this for typos.
Warning: This is really dark, especially for me. Most of my Wraith involved fantasies anymore are really dark. Really dark.
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Everything was normal about the hive. Wraith and Nermana went about their way. The Hive Mind whispered through the organic halls of the ship. Yet, Lilly couldn’t shake the feeling that something was up. Closing her eyes, she let her feet take here where they would. The increase in number of soul energy (and human emotional psychic crap) told her she was headed to the cocoons.
At the presence of a Wraith, the young woman opened her eyes. Nothing was amiss. The elder creature was standing in front of a cocoon, preparing to quench the fire screaming up his arm. The emotional screaming of panic of the soon to be dead drew here attention to the human. He looked familiar.
The ever attentive Wraithlord noticed something, and made comment. “This one is related to you. Perhaps you should not watch.”
“S-suzanne?” Came a weak, guttural whisper from the cocoon.
“Dad,” was the confused reply.
Despite his hunger, the Wraithlord stood back. Not a whole lot was know to him, or the hive, about the human called Lilly. She was a friend of a mate of a high ranking Wraithlord, and thus was still alive. The hive didn’t have a clue what to do with her. The human kept to herself, keeping a schedule opposite that of the nermana. When asked, her answer was always “DSPS.” Out of site and there for out of mind. No one paid her much heed anymore, even when she did appear.
“Please, help me.” Came the usually pleading in the same weak voice.
“No.” It was a quiet answer, barely spoken. The Wraithlord watched in interest. He could see a change come over Lilly.
Confusion was evident on the soon to be dead. “They are your friends, right? Help me. What have I ever done to you but good?”
A humorless grin spread across Lilly’s face. If she had fangs, it would have been a terryfing snarl. “Maybe, father, “ she spat the word like a vile thing, “you should have done the dishes more often?”
“What?” The soon to be dead continued to be confused.
Lilly spoke in a quiet voice. The Wraithlord sensed a volcano of emotion pushing against the surface. Yet she stayed calm, and cold. So cold that even a queen would have shuddered. “Maybe you should have vacuumed? Gone grocery shopping sometimes? Got a job? Paid me back for the college money you stole from me? Been more supportive of your emotionally and physically ill wife? Put the chickens to bed every evening? Finished all those home improvement projects you started?”
“What has that got to do with this?”
“Everything. There is no point in saving your life. You would continue to waste it, staring at a computer screen, doing absolutely nothing. This way, at least some good comes of your waste of flesh.”
The Wraithlord was unsure how Lilly was still holding back the eminent explosion of emotion.
Lilly watched the look on the other human’s face change from confusion to the sting of betrayal. “How does the breaking of trust feel?”
“Dear god, Suzanne, what did Ruth and I ever do to you?” A pathetic question.
The cold answer, “Why is it men never know what they’ve done? Let’s just say I finally noticed when mother told me ‘You will meet some nice boy in college.’ And as far as she is concerned, I hope she meets the same fate as you are about to. Bring some sort of peace into her life.” With that she turned and left the Wraithlord to his feeding.
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Lilly made it to her room, feet on auto pilot. She fell onto her bed and sobbed from the emotional overload. Completely confused and overwhelmed.
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The next time she ran into a Nermana, they wouldn’t meet her eye. Apparently word about the incident had spread, as things are want to do in a Hive Mind. A few words in particular, “Cold heartless curr, colder then the void of space.”
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Lilly retreated to her room and sobbed.
Warning: This is really dark, especially for me. Most of my Wraith involved fantasies anymore are really dark. Really dark.
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Everything was normal about the hive. Wraith and Nermana went about their way. The Hive Mind whispered through the organic halls of the ship. Yet, Lilly couldn’t shake the feeling that something was up. Closing her eyes, she let her feet take here where they would. The increase in number of soul energy (and human emotional psychic crap) told her she was headed to the cocoons.
At the presence of a Wraith, the young woman opened her eyes. Nothing was amiss. The elder creature was standing in front of a cocoon, preparing to quench the fire screaming up his arm. The emotional screaming of panic of the soon to be dead drew here attention to the human. He looked familiar.
The ever attentive Wraithlord noticed something, and made comment. “This one is related to you. Perhaps you should not watch.”
“S-suzanne?” Came a weak, guttural whisper from the cocoon.
“Dad,” was the confused reply.
Despite his hunger, the Wraithlord stood back. Not a whole lot was know to him, or the hive, about the human called Lilly. She was a friend of a mate of a high ranking Wraithlord, and thus was still alive. The hive didn’t have a clue what to do with her. The human kept to herself, keeping a schedule opposite that of the nermana. When asked, her answer was always “DSPS.” Out of site and there for out of mind. No one paid her much heed anymore, even when she did appear.
“Please, help me.” Came the usually pleading in the same weak voice.
“No.” It was a quiet answer, barely spoken. The Wraithlord watched in interest. He could see a change come over Lilly.
Confusion was evident on the soon to be dead. “They are your friends, right? Help me. What have I ever done to you but good?”
A humorless grin spread across Lilly’s face. If she had fangs, it would have been a terryfing snarl. “Maybe, father, “ she spat the word like a vile thing, “you should have done the dishes more often?”
“What?” The soon to be dead continued to be confused.
Lilly spoke in a quiet voice. The Wraithlord sensed a volcano of emotion pushing against the surface. Yet she stayed calm, and cold. So cold that even a queen would have shuddered. “Maybe you should have vacuumed? Gone grocery shopping sometimes? Got a job? Paid me back for the college money you stole from me? Been more supportive of your emotionally and physically ill wife? Put the chickens to bed every evening? Finished all those home improvement projects you started?”
“What has that got to do with this?”
“Everything. There is no point in saving your life. You would continue to waste it, staring at a computer screen, doing absolutely nothing. This way, at least some good comes of your waste of flesh.”
The Wraithlord was unsure how Lilly was still holding back the eminent explosion of emotion.
Lilly watched the look on the other human’s face change from confusion to the sting of betrayal. “How does the breaking of trust feel?”
“Dear god, Suzanne, what did Ruth and I ever do to you?” A pathetic question.
The cold answer, “Why is it men never know what they’ve done? Let’s just say I finally noticed when mother told me ‘You will meet some nice boy in college.’ And as far as she is concerned, I hope she meets the same fate as you are about to. Bring some sort of peace into her life.” With that she turned and left the Wraithlord to his feeding.
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Lilly made it to her room, feet on auto pilot. She fell onto her bed and sobbed from the emotional overload. Completely confused and overwhelmed.
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The next time she ran into a Nermana, they wouldn’t meet her eye. Apparently word about the incident had spread, as things are want to do in a Hive Mind. A few words in particular, “Cold heartless curr, colder then the void of space.”
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Lilly retreated to her room and sobbed.