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It's the Fear	By : Zaikia Category: +M through R > Rise of the Guardians Views: 2776 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 2
Black.
All I saw was black.
I wrapped my arms around myself and exhaled, seeing my breath in the darkness surrounding me.
That’s when I heard laughing. I glanced around frantically, trying to find the source of the laughter. I suddenly felt something sharp slice into my cheek and winced, immediately putting my hand to my cheek. When I brought my hand back, I saw blood.
“You stupid bitch!” I heard Rachel’s voice shout out with pure venom in her voice. “You really think you can get away with anything you want just because your parents died?”
The laughing became louder and louder until it started making my ears literally bleed. Thin streams of blood trickled out of my ears and made echoing dripping sounds as the drops hit the black ground.
Hands roughly pushed me to the ground and started beating me, crushing my ribs, causing blood to fly from my mouth as I coughed. “STOP! LEAVE ME ALONE!!” I screamed, trying to push them off. But they seemed like they had supernatural strength! I coughed more and more, causing more blood to fly out of my mouth.
“Burn like your parents did!!”
Suddenly I felt the agonizing pain and screamed out in agony as flames burned through my shirt and into my skin. I fell to the ground and tears poured from my eyes like a river as I struggled to put the fire on my back out. “MAKE IT STOP! PLEASE!! IT HURTS!!”
“Never! You deserve to die just like your pathetic parents!!”
“ENOUGH!”
The laughter ceased immediately, the fire fading away but the agonizing pain was still there. My limbs felt too weak to prop my body up and silent tears trickled down my pale and bloodied cheeks.
“Poor little lamb.” A deep male voice echoed in the darkness. It had a smooth and sly edge to it and it sent shudders down my spine.
As if some invisible force took control of my body, I shakily pulled myself up into a sitting position on my knees, my hands on the ground before me. Tears still fell down my cheeks and all of a sudden, a warm hand took hold of my chin and tilted my head up. I could see the outline of a tall, lithe man dressed in what seemed like a robe. His hair was black also and looked slicked back and spiked.
But was struck the most to me was his piercing and glowing, golden-amber eyes. They glowed through the darkness of the area we were in.
I tried to speak, tried to get my voice to work. But the words only choked in my throat. “Do not fret my dear…” the man leaned down and his soft lips grazed my ear. “For I am always watching you.”
And then my eyes opened.
I felt bile rise up in my throat and I quickly scrambled out of bed and got to the toilet just in time to vomit in it. I puked up everything I had for dinner and groaned, grabbing the edge of the counter and pulling myself up. I looked at my reflection in the mirror and observed myself. My skin was a sickly pale-color and I noticed I had scratches on my cheek. The same one that was scratched in my nightmare.
But then I looked down at my hand and saw my fingers covered in blood. “I must’ve scratched myself in my sleep….”
I washed my hands, cleaned up my cheek and brushed my teeth, trying to get the nasty after taste out of my mouth. I finally managed to get it out after washing my mouth out three times. I gurgled some water and then spit it out, coughing a little bit. “Ugh…” I wiped my mouth with a towel and cleaned up my mess.
I shut the light off and wandered back to my bed. It was still dark out, around three in the morning. I sighed softly and crawled back into my bed, snuggling deep into my soft blankets and pillows.
It wasn’t long before I felt a presence in the room. It felt dark and engulfing….but yet it felt inviting.
I opened my hazel orbs and sat up, looking around my room. I could FEEL that someone was there, but I couldn’t see anyone. “Hello….?” I called out softly.
No answer.
“Look, I know you’re there, I can feel you….”
That’s when I heard a deep and dark chuckle come from the darkness in my room. “You have bravery my dear. Calling out to the darkness, asking who is inside it.”
“I’ve been in and around darkness my whole life. I’m not afraid of it.” I spoke, my eyes darting about the room to find where the voice came from.
“Oh?” the voice replied with an amused tone. “Then you won’t be afraid if I do this…?”
I waited for a moment. Then, I felt something slightly cool slither across my hand. I glanced down at my hand and saw something grainy cross over the back of hand. It looked like….sand.
The sand formed into some sort of a tendril-like appendage and coiled around my arm, going all the way up to my shoulder. It felt smooth and cool to the touch and I felt more coil around my body.
And I still wasn’t afraid.
“Not afraid are you?” the voice asked. “You are intriguing little one.”
“I have no reason to be afraid.” I replied. “Now why don’t you show yourself?”
The voice chuckled. “My pleasure.”
The shadows in my room moved all together to form a solid humanoid figure. And then it took on the appearance of a tall and slim, lithe man. He had black hair that was slicked back into spikes and gleaming, golden eyes that seemed to pierce through the darkness. His skin was a grey color, but looked quite normal and he wore a black robe that was slightly open at his chest.
I’m not ashamed to say he was…..well…….attractive.
My dull eyes narrowed slightly. “Who are you?”
The man smirked and I saw behind smooth lips, two rows of sharp-looking teeth. “Ohhh surely you would know.”
“Well, I don’t.”
“So feisty.” He chuckled darkly. “You always have been. I am the creature that haunts your dreams. I am the one who hides underneath your bed. I am the one who feeds off your fear.”
I was silent for a moment and then it all seemed to click together in my brain. “You’re…..the Boogeyman.”
He smirked and did a mock bow. “Yes, but you may call me Pitch.”
I pursed my lips. “And you probably already know who I am.”
Pitch chuckled. “Very clever.”
“I have school in the morning. So if you just came here to bother me, piss off. I’m not in the mood.”
All of a sudden, an invisible force pushed me down onto my back and I gasped when I realized I couldn’t get back up. The tendrils-and some of them were fucking HANDS- were keeping me pinned down. “What the hell are you doing?” I hissed at Pitch, who only smirked.
“I do not appreciate being mocked.” He spoke, standing at my bed side now and looked down at me with those piercing eyes of his.
“Oh what are you gonna do? Tickle me to death?” I spat.
Pitch only kept that smirk on his face and that’s when I realized that the hands and tendrils began to…..wander.
One coiled around my neck, squeezing lightly, but not cutting off my air. That same tendril slowly, VERY slowly slipped into my shirt and I shivered when it slithered across my chest.
A shadowy hand crept underneath my shirt also and smooth, cool fingertips glided over my skin. I gasped and shook my head, glaring at Pitch. “What are you-?!” before I could finish, a shadowy hand clamped over my mouth, silencing me.
“Wouldn’t want to alert your parents now would we?” He grinned down at me.
I struggled in my restraints, but I found it to be no use. Another hand teased my abdomen and to my complete shock, began to slip underneath my black pajama pants.
Fuck! No fucking way! I screamed mentally and struggled violently in my restraints, including wiggling my body and trying to thrash my limbs. I was only held down tightly. I glared venomously at the man standing beside my bed and squirmed as the hand in my pants slipped under my undies and began to rub a spot where no one, but my fucking soul mate, should touch.
I closed my eyes shut tightly and squirmed more, trying to escape the torturing and violating touch.
I heard Pitch chuckle. “It’s easier if you just give in.”
I shook my head rapidly, squirming more as the hand traveled down more, brushing against my nether regions. That’s when a heavy weight pressed down on my bed and hovered over my squirming form. “You’re a fiery little one.” He laughed darkly and a muffled gasp escaped from the back of my throat when a sinfully, hot tongue traced my earlobe.
I ripped my head to the side and bit my tongue as a finger maneuvered around and then plunged inside all the way up to the knuckle. My eyes flew open in shock and pain, my orbs meeting the Boogeyman’s gleaming, golden ones. Pain shot up through my body as the finger moved around, passing tight muscles.
Nonononono! I don’t want this! It hurts! I cried mentally and turned my head to the side, feeling tears trickle down my pale cheeks. The man above me just smiled and brushed away my tears with his fingers. They felt a bit warmer than the ones teasing my skin. The finger moved in and out in a thrusting motion and a second was added, doubling the pain.
But then I felt a different feeling, a new sensation that was completely foreign to me. It was pleasure. A small, muffled moan escaped from my covered mouth as the fingers moved in and out slowly, agonizingly teasingly.
The Boogeyman smirked. “You’re enjoying this, my dear.” He traced his hot tongue down the length of my neck as I shook my head.
I was lying to both him and myself. My body was giving into the way the fingers were pleasuring me and my mind was quickly becoming clouded with nothing but pleasure. My eyes widened and a louder, muffled moan escaped when the fingers brushed against a spot inside that made me see stars and nothing but pleasure coursed through my body.
My heart pounded in my chest, my ears and I had given up fighting long ago, moans and whimpers coming through the hand over my mouth.
That’s when I felt a tightening sensation in my lower stomach and I began to spasm, thrashing wildly against the tendrils’ and hands’ hold. Then, the fingers pushed in as deep as they could, hitting that spot one last time before I let out a small scream and released all over the shadowy fingers.
I panted, going limp as the last of my orgasm washed through me. I winced slightly when the fingers left and then the hand covering my mouth disappeared.
“You….you….” I seethed, glaring at the man hovering over me.
“Don’t tell me you didn’t enjoy it.” He smirked, his lips resting on my shoulder, the straps of my tank top and bra away from my shoulder. “Because from those lovely sounds you made….”
“Shut up!” I hissed, trying to knee him in the gut or between his legs. The tendrils and hands still kept me down and all of them slipped out of my shirt and pants. “You bastard! How could you-?!”
A hoarse scream erupted from my mouth when sharp teeth pierced the skin of my shoulder and I cried, tears trickling down my face. Blood trickled down my shoulder and I winced as his teeth left and he lapped up the blood, swallowing it.
I felt sick to my stomach and violated and hating myself for enjoying it.
“Mmm………” he purred, licking his lips once he was done lapping up the blood. “Your blood is delicious…”
“BASTARD!” I screamed angrily and immediately when I tried to knee him, he vanished and so did the hands and tendrils.
“Til next time my dear.” Pitch’s voice echoed in the room as it laughed and slowly faded away.
“Agh……..fuck….” I winced, holding my shoulder. I hurried to my bathroom, wincing in the process and looked at the wound in my shoulder. It was a nasty, bite mark (OF COURSE, DUH). “Fucking…………shit….”
After 15 minutes of swearing, I finally cleaned up my shoulder and bandaged it up. I sighed and rubbed my cheek.
What am I gonna do now…?
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