I closed my eyes, if only for a moment, to center myself. I tighten my grip on the bat, even though, I know it wont do me any good. There is little that will stop him, his hunger, his need, his unyielding obsession! I know it! I feel it in my bones! I understand and yet I still fear it! I fear him!
For years I have waited for this moment and at last it was here. It was just him and me, yet again, in our infinite struggle. I had hoped to be prepared, physically if not mentally. Yet I felt nothing could have ever truly prepare me for this. I let out a heavy sigh opening my eyes. I move from the bedroom to stand in the darkness of the hallway. I don't have a plan. I just seek to survive for as long as I can. I breath slowly though my heart quickens.
Everything around me feels strange...foreign. Even though this is my house, the house I shared with Luka...Casey, in the darkness, it feels more like Becket's domain. Again, I recalled us having certain abilities... powers. Becket could control shadows and see in the dark. His eyes were for more then just looks...perhaps that is why he cut the power.
I had seen him do many things in my nightmares but I hoped, like me, his powers had yet to return. I had been awake for years, but try as I might, I hadn't been able to control the winds, see the future or sense others thoughts. I didn't understand why powers came to us so easily in some lives and not at all in others.
What I wouldn't do to take him out with a burst of air or simply step outside and take flight. I felt powerless, in more ways then one. I bit my lip again and told myself he didn't have any abilities. He couldn't have! If...if I had been up for years, and had nothing to show for it, then he having only been up for a few days, shouldn't have anything either. Then again he was always a fast learner. He was good at figuring things out. He was suppose to be the smartest among us...suppose to be but he didn't always use his head. At least the one on his shoulders.
I knew I was getting distracted! I might not have powers in this life but I knew he was close. I could feel it deep in my core, between my legs as if my body knew what was to come. He's here! He's come for me and soon….soon he will have me! My heart skipped a beat at the thought. I clenched my teeth as adrenaline surged through me. I wouldn't give in. I would not give up without a fight.
I continued down the hall, keeping my back to a wall. I heard something suddenly. The sound of wood creaking. I gasped. I knew that floorboard! He was by the couch! I focused on the area and could just see the outline of his figure. I expected him to move but he didn't. He just stood still watching me. It was unnerving. I can hear his breath...smell something... his scent...his need. It was overwhelming. My knees grew weak. I swallow my throat was dry. I wanted to scream but I didn't. I don't want to entice him. I knew he could get off on my fear. I refused to give in, to be consumed by the darkness I'd seen in my nightmares.
Knowing where he is I move away. From here, I could get to the backyard, if I can just get to the sliding glass door. He moves towards me as my feet hit the kitchen tile as if he can sense my plan. He moves quickly, shifting into the shadows, becoming one with them. I can't see him. It was as if he'd vanished. I panic. I move back deciding to lock myself in the bedroom. Maybe I can go out that window!
I turn and bolt down the hallway. If I can just reach the bedroom, I'll lock the door, then go out the window. From there I could get away, if not cry for help...help as if someone could! I bit my lip as I head his footsteps pound behind me. I know he'll catch me before I even reach the door. I decide to switch up my plan. He'll think I'm going for the door but I suddenly turned changing, directions. I stomped my foot down hard on the floor and use the momentum to swing my bat. I hit him! I actually fucking hit him! I heard him cry out 'Omph.'
He painfully groans as I swing again and again but I knew, running or fighting, I was doomed, cursed to forever be hunted and consumed by this fucking monster, this shadow of a man, from my unending nightmares. Still I hoped...hoped I could fight him off this round. I might not win the war but if I could win this battle. I could get away! Find Casey! Was he okay?
Becket was on the floor now. I kept hitting him until he stopped moving. Maybe he was unconscious or dead? I don't check. I turn back around and got to the bedroom. I shut and locked the door before I go for the window. I see the moonlight pouring through it. It fills me with hope. I move quickly and my hope is shattered in seconds as I hear the bedroom door give way. He kicks it open and I turn to see a blur move out of the corner of my eye. He steps out of the shadows and into the light.
I see his bloody face...twisted in furry. I shouldn't have stopped hitting him. I wont make that mistake again! I go to swing my bat as his hand darts out, grasping my neck. He squeezes it tight, stopping me in my tracks. He lifts me up off the floor and I'm surprised by his strength. I still attempt to swing my bat. His other hand takes the full blow as he catches it mid swing. He yanks the bat out of my hand and throws it across the room. I hear it clatter to the floor.
I looked at him, the person inside him is gone, all the logic, reason, and possible empathy just gone. Pure dark, blood-soaked eyes glisten back at me. All that matters to him now is the need. He pulls me in smashes his lips against mine. He thrusts his tongue into my mouth tasting me before he pulls back. I taste blood surprisingly his for once, instead of mine.
It's hard to breath but I still can. I move my hands around his, prying at his hold on me. I consider continuing to fight, I could beg, I could plead but ultimately I knew I would be his. He will have me as he has countless time before.
I shiver at the thought as he breathes heavily. He spit a wad of blood onto the floor and snarls at me. I know he's mad that I fought him...hurt him and that I made him chase me. I had a feeling, if he could speak right now, he might ask 'Why? Why do I always have to make things so hard'
I in turn would ask, 'Why do you always have to chase me?'
He so focused on the task at hand that he doesn't say a word. Of course we both know why. We both know neither of us can stop this eternal dance. We might be able to delay it but ultimately the outcome is inevitable. Still I shiver...afraid. I close my eyes and try to disappear within myself and block out what I know is coming but he will give me no peace...not when I deny him...time and time again.
He shakes my neck moving my entire body. He forces me to focus on him and stay in this moment with him. He grabs at my clothes with his other hand and begins ripping them off. The fabric gives some resistance but ultimately tears, my shirt, my shorts and lastly my underwear. Naked before him I cringe. I fight the urge to lash out and scream. I know at this point it's pointless. I don't want to give in but he's got me now and anything I do will only make 'this' worse. I know what he's capable of, when he is like this. I remember! I remember it all too well.
I go limp and he studies me for a moment. I realize some part of him is still in there… aware. He has to know this is wrong! I break my promise to Corrie, not to engage no matter what and plead, "Please! Don't do this! Fight it, Becket! Fight! Things can still be different!"
He doesn't listen. He determines I wont fight him and loosens his grip on my neck as I feel light-headed. He places his other hand at my back and takes us both to the floor. I turn my head to the side. I search for something...anything to focus on other then him but it's too dark, to see much of anything.
He quickly undoes his belt and unzips his pants. I can feel him sweating with anticipation. His breaths are heavy as he pulls 'it' out. He leans in close breathing me in. He spreads me and I close my eyes as my heart quickens. My adrenaline turns to fear. I shake uncontrollably and when I feel it tap my inner thigh. I screamed and he punched me in the face. It hurt so bad my eyes nose...my eentire face sting with such pain. He doesn't stop, positioning himself at my entrance.
I open my eyes and yelp, turning to him. I plead one last time "Please! Don't do-" He doesn't skip a beat before I can finish, he moves. He presses on, pushes, thrusting, forcing himself up inside me. I cry out madly! All I can think is it burns, it burns, my entire body burns as I feel every inch of him slid in.
I put my hands on his chest and try to push him off me but he bats them away before, taking them up, with one hand, he slams then down above me. He pins them for a moment breathing me in again as he continues to jut up inside me.
Nothing will interrupt him, nothing will stop this, not until he's done. I cry out feeling it sink in deeper until it moves to my core and I feel it then...the darkness within me. The darkness I struggle so hard to deny. It stirs within me. I struggle and he watches me squirm about. I know this isn't my fault...my body is...is simply reacting to stimuli. It's beyond my control. I don't have a choice. I still cry out with such shame. I feel gutted inside and out. I feel I'm going mad. Everything... I...I am so sick and twisted, tainted by lifetimes of damage and an unbreakable curse.
Though my body breaks to his might. My mind and heart are still strong! I am certain I don't want this! I don't want him! I stare past him up at the dark ceiling as our bodies collide again and again. The sound of him roughly pounding me into the floor fills the room. Soon enough...this darkness...this deep ache spreads from between my legs to the rest of my body. My skin tingles, my breasts swell and perk. My breath and heartbeat change. My mind dulls and begins to let go. I try to hold Casey in my heart. I see his eyes ans remember his smile. Will I ever see it again?
Becket groans with frustration blood dripping off the end of his nose. He's trying to make a connection, force a reunion I don't want. He adjusts himself and changes things up. I let out a moan feeling him deep within me. I thrust my breasts forward as I instinctively curve my back lifting it up off the floor. My body wraps around his member holing it tightly within me. He lets go of my arms and he moves back, to sit up, pulling me with him. He clings to me as I wrap my arms and legs around him, moving into the lotus sex position.
We lock eyes as he grinds his pelvis up into me. I madly bounce crying out as something powerful begins to swell and grow between us. My body tenses and moves in uncontrollable ways. I want it! I need it! Like he needs it! We connect and we both feel it, our pace quickens as our hearts beat as one. Our grinds become frenzied, feverish, nothing matters, nothing matters now but our release. A cursed release only we can give each other.
My fears fade and for a moment I am consumed by this dark, eternal craving. I lost myself to depravity, lust, desire and need. The depths of my corruption knows no bounds. His member shifts, growing, stirring deep withing me. It scratches an itch only it can reach, answers a call only it can hear and quenches a thirst only it can.
I did not expect this level of...intensity. Madness consumes me and I babble, crying out pleading, begging for him to release me. We move as one, grinding, twisting and slamming. My moans grow ever louder until I cry our, flinging my head back. He moves taking my breasts up in his mouth one at a time. He licks, sucks and bites, leaving teeth marks and blood stains.
He drags his tongue up to my neck. I feel him run it across my scar. He moves to the center and gently kisses it. I dig my nails into his back, breaking the skin. I scratch long lines down it. He moves to my shoulder and bites down so hard it draws blood. I cry out but this pain is all too familiar and only adds to my intoxication. I'm close, we both are. I can tell but I don't want to be.
Whatever is going on is more potent then my wishes. In the moonlight I see dark veins covering his body. This feeling...these urges they are beyond our control. I feel my body open to him in ways I had yet to know. I feel my mind fall away as crippling pleasure pulses within me. It starts off small, a slow throbbing that explodes throughout every fiber of my being. I cum so fucking hard I tremble like a drug addict getting a fix after so long. For a moment I am euphoria itself. I had seen this, recalled this feeling in my nightmares but it was beyond what I had imagined.
He continues to move my body thought I'm gone. I'm done beyond overwhelmed. He suddenly stiffens and lets loose within me. My body instinctively clench around him and milks him. I feel his member squeeze out his hot, seeping mixture. He clings to me even tighter, for a moment I am the most precious thing in existence to him. He's lost all sense of everything else as he releases within me. Our bodies pulse and pump together as a second wave of horrible pleasure takes me.
Our body's stayed locked together in an iron grip as we rode our waves of intoxicating delight, then our hearts differed. They changed beating at their own pace once more. I rested my chin on his shoulder and stared out dully, at the moonlight, falling across my bed...the bed I shared with, Casey. I whimpered madly, slowly coming back to my senses. My thoughts returned and with them came overwhelming shame. I felt so broken and used.
I began to shiver. He held me for a moment longer emptying out the last of his toxins. He moved forward then, dropping me back on the floor. His member slipped out of me like a snake having released its venom. I saw his eyes had begun to return to their normal state.
He regains some semblance of himself and seems almost lost for a second. He fell back to sit on his knees. He wipes some blood off his face with his shirt, looked around, checked the time then looks at me. He ran his bloody hand over my face, no doubt recalling something. He looked troubled. For a while there was nothing but silence.
He moved after a bit, standing. He turned his back to me as he put himself away and zipped up his pants. He buckled his belt then turned back to me, still thinking. More time trickled by and then ever so quietly, he said, "It didn't have to come to this. It's your fault."
He blamed me! This wasn't the first time nor would it be the last. I just laid there as his seed seeped out of me. I was in a sort of shock I suppose or maybe I wasn't. I found it hard to process. I didn't know how I felt. I didn't anything. I didn't know what was going to happened now. What I was going to do next or more importantly...what he was going to do.
He seemed unsettled as he continued, "If you had just accepted, we wouldn't have had to go through any of this. If you hadn't tried to get away, we could have been together years ago."
He drew close to me once more and reached out. He touched the scar on my neck. I tremble as he ran his fingers across it. I watched him sneer with contempt at my attempt to escape. I see it now...feel it. His awareness. His decision. He'd been awake, less time then me and had already made his choice. He decided after tonight he wasn't going to fight this...if he even fought it at all. He pulled from me and stood there for a moment as if coming to terms with it. His dark figure basked in the moonlight. He let his head fall back, closed his eyes and smiled to himself before he looked back at me and reached out his arm. He beckoned me to take his hand and finally accept our fate.
My eyes were blurry with tears. I don't know when I had started crying. I look at his hand, then him, I knew this thing of ours was inevitable but I also remember Casey telling me there was always a chance to change, a choice. I shriveled back...refusing to comply. Becket stood there for a moment then closes his hand. He turns it into a fist and steels himself in his decision, once more. He steps up to me a moment later, without a word, he scooped me up into his arms. He threw me over his shoulder and turned to leave. One way or another he would have me. I would go with him and be with him, until the end.
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