I was walking with a ghost
"She often screamed, and sometimes violent. And when she screamed she never was silent."
It was like a pinprick in the back of my mind, always calling me back to it. I'd try to shut it out, cause my head still hurt wicked bad. Couldn't move alot and I wasn't sure if I'd hit my head really hard or maybe something really had happened to me. Everything was so fucking hazy and everytime I tried to open my eyes it was like a dream. Not the good kind where B and I are makin' her bed or I'm havin' a picnic with the Mayor or something. Just some chick, kinda cute with long dark hair. It was like watchin' her through a curtain though, everything was so foggy. She'd sway back and forth as she walked past me, over and over and over again. Singing lullabies so softly I could barely hear them.
"She took a whim and fairly died and as I am told by men of sense, she never had been living since."
Blinking a few times, I felt the fog start to lift from around my head and my vision. She would sway and everytime she did there would be five of her, four, three, finally reduced to just one tall girl staring at me with calm and wild eyes. Who was she? And....why couldn't I move? Everything was running in slow motion and I could hear this noise in the back of my mind. Tick tock. Tick tock. Tick tock. It wouldn't go away, just runnin' over and over again and everytime I lifted a hand to swat at it I realized I couldn't move my hands at all. They were pinned behind me, as I slumped over in the chair. My thoughts idly and immediately went to Wesley.
"Ssssst." The brunette hissed before laughing madly and waltzing her way towards where I sat. "Hot like fire cold like ice little dollies pay the price when they play with other mice Mummy'll show you to play nice and forevermore you'll think twice."
"What?" I barely breathed out, still tryin' to emerge from the limbo between sleeping and waking. "What are you?" Vampire. I already knew what she was, but she didn't look anything like the hot little blonde that had dragged my ass all the way here from the pen. She did it on purpose, had the whole prison invaded by lame vamps only so she could knock me out herself and keep me in some apartment building? Why? Why wasn't I dead already? And how many times do I gotta be askin' myself that question before I even turn twenty years old?
"I was going to have a tea party until Grandmummy went to play with my Angel. Such wicked games, biting and scratching and gnawing and writhing and the spark...it's still there. It burns her, she can't make it go away....."
Okay, what the fuck happened to me? I was startin' to wake up for real now, yankin' at the ropes binding my hands behind the back of the chair. Why couldn't this chick make some kinda sense? Grandmummy? Biting and gnawing and what? But there was one thing that caught my attention. Angel. Beyond that? I didn't have one clue what the hell this bitch was talkin' about. Grandmummy playin' with Angel? Was she talkin' about that blonde chick? Darla. I remembered the feeling of her cool fingers brushing dark hair out of my eyes as I sat on the floor in a haze. Some hero I turned out to be. Sorry Emily.
"Where am I? What's goin' on?" I demanded, my voice steadily rising as I yanked harder against the binding holding me to the chair. "Let me outta here!" I yelled, my mind becoming steadily more clear as panic began to set into my body. I was locked up in an apartment somewhere, trapped. They busted me outta prison for this? Out of one cell and into the next. Just didn't seem fair.
"Shhhh." The brunette cooed at me, her fingers trailing down my face and cupping my chin. Tilting my face up I matched her gaze and immediately pressed my back further into the chair. "Poor little lamb, lost in the woods. You can find your way if you look." Her eyes were like two black inky pools that I couldn't escape from, drowning in them and I couldn't pull my gaze away from them. It was like suffocating slowly, bein' drawn into her. Who was she? Everything was shifting and changing and after awhile she didn't look anything like her at all anymore.
"Faith. You good for nothing little slut, tell your mother I want dinner in ten minutes or else I'll toss her whoring ass around the block again." The familiar gruff voice sent shivers and tremors down my spine as I finally pulled away from dark eyes. Taking in everything. Everything that was my father.
"How?" I choked out, my eyes sweeping over every single part of him. I hadn't seen him in at least six years but I remembered everything. Everything done to that cruel drunken gleam in his eyes. One he always got before beatin' the shit outta Mom.
"You ask too many questions!" He barked out at me, before a rough calloused hand smarted across my cheek. The chair went flying backwards and I cried out as my head smacked to the floor with a thud. "You never were good for anything." He smirked at me as he yanked the chair back upwards. "Well, except for one thing..." His fingers trailed down from my chin down and over the swell of my breasts. "Be a good girl and it won't hurt so much."
My lip trembled as I watched his hands travel down the length of my body. What was happening? How was he here? Where did that other girl go? Instead of askin' any more questions my mouth fell open and a long low hollow scream left my throat.
Over and over and over and over again.
Now I finally knew what it felt like to burn.
It was like a pinprick in the back of my mind, always calling me back to it. I'd try to shut it out, cause my head still hurt wicked bad. Couldn't move alot and I wasn't sure if I'd hit my head really hard or maybe something really had happened to me. Everything was so fucking hazy and everytime I tried to open my eyes it was like a dream. Not the good kind where B and I are makin' her bed or I'm havin' a picnic with the Mayor or something. Just some chick, kinda cute with long dark hair. It was like watchin' her through a curtain though, everything was so foggy. She'd sway back and forth as she walked past me, over and over and over again. Singing lullabies so softly I could barely hear them.
"She took a whim and fairly died and as I am told by men of sense, she never had been living since."
Blinking a few times, I felt the fog start to lift from around my head and my vision. She would sway and everytime she did there would be five of her, four, three, finally reduced to just one tall girl staring at me with calm and wild eyes. Who was she? And....why couldn't I move? Everything was running in slow motion and I could hear this noise in the back of my mind. Tick tock. Tick tock. Tick tock. It wouldn't go away, just runnin' over and over again and everytime I lifted a hand to swat at it I realized I couldn't move my hands at all. They were pinned behind me, as I slumped over in the chair. My thoughts idly and immediately went to Wesley.
"Ssssst." The brunette hissed before laughing madly and waltzing her way towards where I sat. "Hot like fire cold like ice little dollies pay the price when they play with other mice Mummy'll show you to play nice and forevermore you'll think twice."
"What?" I barely breathed out, still tryin' to emerge from the limbo between sleeping and waking. "What are you?" Vampire. I already knew what she was, but she didn't look anything like the hot little blonde that had dragged my ass all the way here from the pen. She did it on purpose, had the whole prison invaded by lame vamps only so she could knock me out herself and keep me in some apartment building? Why? Why wasn't I dead already? And how many times do I gotta be askin' myself that question before I even turn twenty years old?
"I was going to have a tea party until Grandmummy went to play with my Angel. Such wicked games, biting and scratching and gnawing and writhing and the spark...it's still there. It burns her, she can't make it go away....."
Okay, what the fuck happened to me? I was startin' to wake up for real now, yankin' at the ropes binding my hands behind the back of the chair. Why couldn't this chick make some kinda sense? Grandmummy? Biting and gnawing and what? But there was one thing that caught my attention. Angel. Beyond that? I didn't have one clue what the hell this bitch was talkin' about. Grandmummy playin' with Angel? Was she talkin' about that blonde chick? Darla. I remembered the feeling of her cool fingers brushing dark hair out of my eyes as I sat on the floor in a haze. Some hero I turned out to be. Sorry Emily.
"Where am I? What's goin' on?" I demanded, my voice steadily rising as I yanked harder against the binding holding me to the chair. "Let me outta here!" I yelled, my mind becoming steadily more clear as panic began to set into my body. I was locked up in an apartment somewhere, trapped. They busted me outta prison for this? Out of one cell and into the next. Just didn't seem fair.
"Shhhh." The brunette cooed at me, her fingers trailing down my face and cupping my chin. Tilting my face up I matched her gaze and immediately pressed my back further into the chair. "Poor little lamb, lost in the woods. You can find your way if you look." Her eyes were like two black inky pools that I couldn't escape from, drowning in them and I couldn't pull my gaze away from them. It was like suffocating slowly, bein' drawn into her. Who was she? Everything was shifting and changing and after awhile she didn't look anything like her at all anymore.
"Faith. You good for nothing little slut, tell your mother I want dinner in ten minutes or else I'll toss her whoring ass around the block again." The familiar gruff voice sent shivers and tremors down my spine as I finally pulled away from dark eyes. Taking in everything. Everything that was my father.
"How?" I choked out, my eyes sweeping over every single part of him. I hadn't seen him in at least six years but I remembered everything. Everything done to that cruel drunken gleam in his eyes. One he always got before beatin' the shit outta Mom.
"You ask too many questions!" He barked out at me, before a rough calloused hand smarted across my cheek. The chair went flying backwards and I cried out as my head smacked to the floor with a thud. "You never were good for anything." He smirked at me as he yanked the chair back upwards. "Well, except for one thing..." His fingers trailed down from my chin down and over the swell of my breasts. "Be a good girl and it won't hurt so much."
My lip trembled as I watched his hands travel down the length of my body. What was happening? How was he here? Where did that other girl go? Instead of askin' any more questions my mouth fell open and a long low hollow scream left my throat.
Over and over and over and over again.
Now I finally knew what it felt like to burn.