A Fetish for the Finite (6/14)

[thefabrosevest]

Title: A Fetish for the Finite
Author: thefabrosevest
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Brendon/Ryan
POV: 1st, Brendon’s
Summary: Brendon’s aunt dies and he gets her old house, uninvited visitors included. 
Disclaimer: Fake!
Author’s Notes: The idea came while watching ‘The Woman In Black’. It's very gloomy and stuff.
Here are a few pictures of the places.

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

“I think this is a really bad idea.” Taylor says when we sit on the breakfast table the next morning.

“I don’t care.” I say and continue eating.

“You are stupid. When you die in there, don’t come running to me to cry about it.”

“And you say I’m stupid?” I laugh as I end my pancakes.

There are a few other people down here to eat because we are later then usually.

Taylor rolls her eyes and walks away to take the order of the people on another table.

“At least take something with you to defend yourself.” Jon says without looking up.

“Why?” I ask, raising an eyebrow.

“You don’t know this kid. He could be psycho or something. After what you told us, it’s an option.”

I let out a dry laugh.

“You’re unbelievable.” I say then.

“Tell me what you know about him.” He demands, now looking up at me.

“His name is Ryan. My aunt let him stay with her because his family hates him or whatever and I think his father abused him and that’s why he didn’t want to leave the house at first. He loves roses and is kind of weird.” I say and Jon just continues to stare at me.

“That’s not much.”

“Fuck you”

He rolls his eyes and looks down again.

*

Jon drives me to the island half an hour later. He and Taylor forced me to take a pocketknife with me and I just rolled my eyes at them.

Why do they think that Ryan is dangerous? I don’t get it.

The drive is quiet, mostly because I don’t want to talk, and it seems to take forever. When Jon stops the car in front of the island, I jump out and start walking without saying goodbye.

“Be careful” I hear him yell and then the car drives off.

I walk along the path a bit faster then the last two times and when I can see the house, I don’t stop to look at it and just go straight to the door to unlock it.

When it opens, I go in and close it behind me.

“Ryan!” I yell and walk in further.

I listen carefully, but there isn’t a single noise.

“Ryan, I don’t want to play your stupid games! Come here!” I yell angrily.

When did I start to get angry?

“You are really stupid.” I hear a voice and turn to my left.

Ryan is standing in the door to the living room, his arms folded.

“No, I was worried.” I say and he just rolls his eyes and starts walking towards me.

“I told you to stay away, more then once.”

“I know you don’t mean that.”

“I mean it.”

I stare at him and his tension melts away a bit.

“I mean … I like it when you’re here, but it’s better for you to stay away.” He murmurs and lets his arms fall down beside him.

“And why is that?” I ask with narrowed eyes.

He looks me straight in the eyes and I stare back.

“Don’t even think about changing the subject.” I threaten and he looks a bit shocked.

He opens his mouth but closes it again. We just continue to stare at each other for a while, but he stays silent.

“Damnit, Ryan. There’s something wrong, I saw it yesterday. You freaked out and you can’t leave the island. Tell me what’s going on.”

He looks away and starts biting his lip.

“Please” I try and when he looks up again, he looks sad.

He starts walking towards me till he’s standing right in front of me, invading my personal space.

“Alright” he breathes and leans in a bit so that his lips are almost touching mine. “I knew this would happen, I just hoped it to be later then that.”

Then he closes the gap and I need a moment to realize that he’s kissing me. I close my eyes and raise my hands to place them on his hips. It’s more just touching of lips then it is a real kiss, but I take what I can get. I have to admit that I wanted to do this earlier, to be honest, since the first time I saw him.

When he ends the kiss and leans away, I try to follow him but he holds me back by a hand placed on my chest. He smiles sadly and then turns his hand and lowers it. I stare at it for a second before I take it in my own and he starts walking towards the staircase, tugging me along.

Once upstairs, he turns right and walks along the corridor, towards the bedroom.

“Ryan, what- ” I start, but he turns his head and shakes it.

Once inside the room, he lets my hand fall and points to the bed. I watch him with confusion.

“Under the bed” he says then and I nod and walk over to crouch down. Under the bed, is a small box, hidden in the darkest corner. I reach out, grab it and bring it up with me.

I open my mouth to say something, but when I look up, I’m alone. I look around, but Ryan is nowhere in sight.

“Ryan?” I ask loudly but I get no answer.

Then I lower my head to look at the box and raise a hand to open the lid. Inside are a few small books and a stack of papers. The books look like diaries and when I take one of them to open it, I know that I’m right.

My diary

Clarice Urie

Oh fuck, these are my aunt’s. I stare at the first page for while till I feel confident enough to turn it.

I decided to start a new diary, since I’m living in a new house now. It is wonderful and seriously the most beautiful house I’ve ever seen. It’s a bit secluded from the next town, but I don’t really care, since I never liked people that much. Talking about people, they are scared of the house. They say that just because people died in it, that it is cursed. I don’t believe in that.

I swallow and flip a few pages further.

I walked around the island today and the forest is really beautiful, even with all these graves. I think they fit in there perfectly. Some people would be scared by it but I-

I stop reading and flip thirty more pages further.

I heard a few strange noises today. Maybe there are rats in here or something. I refuse to believe in the bullshit that people told me.

I flip one page.

Oh diary, guess what, today I found a boy wandering around the forest. His name is Ryan and he hides from his family. He told me that his father hit him since he was a small child and this time he just ran away. He asked me if he could stay for a while and I happily agreed, because I have to admit that I was starting to get lonely.

I stop in my tracks and lower the book a bit to look around, but I am still alone. I take a deep breath and flip a few pages.

I almost died today. God, I’m still in shock. I was outside and then it started to storm out of sudden. The wind was so strong that trees started to fall down and one of them almost fell on me, but Ryan was there and pushed me away. I can’t thank the boy enough for that. I still don’t understand how a storm can rise so suddenly though.

I flip another ten pages.

Oh diary, I don’t know what is going on in here. I have the feeling that the house hates me and that it tries to get rid of me. The railing broke and I almost fell down, I fell in the kitchen and a knife almost stabbed me right into the chest when it fell down, the living room was on fire and I almost drowned in the bathtub. The only reason why I’m still alive is Ryan, because he seems to always be there when something happens. He told me to leave the house, but I won’t.

I flip ten pages again.

They were right. The people were right about the house, about everything. I was stupid and ran right into my death. I saw them, all of them. They are visible at midnight. Those dead people, everywhere I look. They are angry, oh so angry, diary. They want me out of here, just like the house wants me to. But it’s too late to run now. I should have listened to Ryan. Poor Ryan, how could I be so blind. It was so obvious how he was everywhere just in time to save me. He tried to warn me but I wouldn’t listen. It’s my own fault.

What?

I flip another page and this is the last entry.

I can’t live like that any longer. I have to end it. Ryan tries to talk me out of it, says that I would end up like the others, but I don’t care. It will be better then to live in fear of dying everyday. He’s crying now. I didn’t know ghosts can cry.

The book falls out of my grip and lands on the floor. That can’t be true. That is not true. My aunt was crazy. Yes, that has to be it. Ryan is alive. He isn’t a ghost. He would have told me.

Just now, I start to notice all of the little hints. He appears out of sudden, he can’t leave the island, he wants me to leave, he …

No!

“Oh fuck” I whisper and retreat further till I hit the wall.

I look around hysterically and slide down the wall slowly.

Ryan is dead.

The stories are true.

Ghosts are real.

Ryan is dead.

The house wants to kill me.

The ghosts want to kill me.

Ryan is dead.

I bring my knees up to my chest and bury my face in them. All along, I was with a ghost, a dead person. Taylor and Jon were right, everyone was right.

I want to leave the house and the island right now, but I can’t and that thought drives me crazy.

“I’m not like them, you know.” I hear a weak voice say and when I lift my head a bit, trying to see something through the tears that were suddenly rolling down my cheeks, Ryan is standing in the door.

His eyes are wet and his lower lip is trembling slightly.

“I’m not trying to hurt you.” He says, barely a whisper.

I just stare at him and he starts to bite his lip to stop it from trembling. The first tears run down his cheeks and the sight breaks my heart even more.

“I’m sorry that I didn’t tell you. It’s just … I’m always so lonely now that your aunt is gone and the other ghosts scare me. I should have told you. At least you would have left to save yourself.”

He’s crying and sobbing now and I just can’t take it anymore. I get up and walk over to him. He looks up at me and the sadness in his honey eyes kills me inside. I reach out and wrap my arms around him. At first he doesn’t move, but then he falls against me.

I try to search for something that tells me that he’s dead, a ghost, but I find nothing. He’s maybe a little bit colder then a normal human, but still not abnormal.

“Shh” I say and rub over his back.

Suddenly I realize how strange the situation is. I just found out that he is dead and that everything is true that is told about this place, but I’m still the one who is holding him.

We stand like that forever. At least that’s what it feels like.

When I draw back, he isn’t crying anymore and he looks completely fine again. I’m not sure whether it is because he is … a ghost or because he had enough time to calm down.

Slowly, I reach out to touch his cheek and he watches me carefully.

“Do you hate me now?” he asks just as carefully and I have to fight back a laugh, which seems odd in a situation like that.

Maybe I’m just going crazy?

“Obviously not” I answer warmly, but his expression doesn’t change. “God, stop staring at me with those eyes.

“Bren- ”

“Is it crazy that I want to kiss you right now?” I ask and his eyes widen.

“I … think so.”

I grin and lung forward to cover his lips with mine. At first, he’s tense, but then he relaxes and grips my shirt. How didn’t I notice that he isn’t really breathing earlier?

He opens his mouth and I slide my tongue in to dance around his. I raise my hand and press it against his chest to feel for a pulse, but there’s nothing.

When I draw back, I stare at him and feel a tear run down my cheek again.

Chapter 7