A Fetish for the Finite (12/14)
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 11
Chapter 12
When I open the door, I’m greeted with the sight of a room full of ghosts. They are all turned away from me, staring at something. I stand there and don’t know what to do and then the first one turns around, again with that angry grimace. He raises his hands and reaches out for me and I stumble back a bit. More and more ghosts turn around to lung at me and somewhere between me stumbling back, I fall and start crawling backwards.
“What did I tell you?” A voice behind me asks and when I turn my head to look, relief comes over me.
It’s my aunt, Pete and Patrick behind her.
“They have our protection and I will not accept that you harm them.”
The ghosts stop and then there’s something like a hissing noise. In the next moment they’re gone. I stay there on the floor for a moment before I jump to my feet and turn towards my aunt.
“Thank you” I breathe.
She nods and the she motions to the bedroom. I turn around and start walking along the corridor again. I hesitate at the door and peer inside.
There’s a body lying under the window, on its side, facing away from me.
“Fuck” I say and run inside.
I stop when I stand right in front of it and crouch down.
“Ryan” I whisper and reach out to touch his shoulder.
He doesn’t move.
“Did it work?” I ask and turn my head so that I can look at the three ghosts.
They just watch me and I turn around again. Carefully, I turn him onto his back and his head just rolls to the side. I reach out to hold my hand in front of his face.
“He’s not breathing.” I discover.
In my panic, I let my shaking hand rest on his chest. No heartbeat.
“What’s wrong?” I ask, panicked.
“Don’t freak out, give him a few minutes.” Patrick says.
I turn to look at him briefly and then I reach down to wrap my arms around Ryan’s unconscious body to lift him up so that I can hold him.
“Come on” I whisper in his hair and hold on tighter.
We stay like that and after a few minutes I start drawing pattern on his back.
“Shouldn’t he be awake by now?” I hear Pete whisper and close my eyes in a try to tune them out.
“Please tell me that he’ll wake up.” I say quietly, pleading.
Just then, a shock waves through the body in my arms and Ryan takes in a deep breath. I let go a bit to be able to look at him. His eyes are still closed, but I can hear that he’s breathing unevenly. My mind isn’t catching up already and I just watch him. Then his eyes open in a rush and he tries to struggle free. In my momentary state, I let him free himself and watch him as he crawl away from me. When he reaches the wall, he presses against it and looks around as if this is the first time he sees this room. A grimace covers his face and he raises one hand to hold it to his chest. He raises his gaze again and his eyes catch mine and in the next moment he’s crying.
“Oh my god” he whispers and buries his face in his hands.
I open my mouth to say something, but no words come out, so I just crawl forward as well, till I sit in front of him. Carefully, I reach out to take his hands away from his face. He blinks up at me through watery eyes. We watch each other for a while and when I start to smile, he lungs forward and throws his arms around my neck. I start to pet his back awkwardly till his breathing evened a bit.
“I can’t keep my eyes open. What’s wrong?” he asks quietly and I draw back to smile at him.
“You’re tired.”
“Oh, it’s an annoying feeling.” He whispers.
I let out a dry laugh and look around, a bit frustrated about what to do.
“It’s okay. Go to sleep. We’ll watch over you.” My aunt says, her voice already fading away.
“Is it safe?” I ask, turning around to watch her.
She nods and then she’s gone. I stare at the empty space for a few seconds and then I turn towards Ryan again. His eyes are half-lidded and his head is slightly falling forward.
“Come on, let’s sleep.” I say and get up, holding a hand out to help him up.
He takes it and I lead him to the bed. He crawls on top immediately and I let out a laugh.
“Under the covers, idiot.” I say softly and he just grunts.
I roll my eyes and grab the covers to tug them away from under him. Then I lay down beside him on my side to watch him, spreading the covers over us.
“We did it.” I whisper, smiling at him.
He nods and smiles weakly before his eyes close. I watch him for what feels like forever. I just can’t take my eyes off him. From time to time I reach out to feel his heartbeat and smile when I am able to feel it. I may seem calm, but my mind is racing and my heart almost exploding inside my chest. I can’t believe what just happened. Ryan is alive. His heart is beating and he’s breathing. We can leave in the morning, together.
I let out a sound of joy and cuddle closer to him, placing one hand on his hip.
“Told you” I whisper before I finally fall asleep.
Chapter 13