Marley wondered into my room, her heels dragging softly on the carpeting beneath her. She leaned up against the wall, very near the window, and her eyes gazed the streets below. She let out a huff of air, ignoring the distraction, then turned back towards me. She pushed a strand of hair behind her ear, “How long are you going to keep yourself locked up in this room, Fluorine?”
Close up camera one, the hero sings in this scene.
I shrugged, my hands digging into the mattress below me. Another lecture was coming my way – something about how three weeks was too long to sit around moping about a guy. They all went like that, but I never really listened. I just never felt like doing anything.
The boy that gets the girl gets to go home where they get married.
She walked over to my dresser, opening up a drawer. My eyes followed her, and I asked wearily, “What are you doing, Marley?”
“Trying to find you a dress, of course,” she chirped back, pulling open the next one. “We’re going out for a girl’s night.”
I stood up, forcing myself to drag myself over to her, “I don’t want to go.”
But stop the tape, the sunset still looks fake, to me.
“I don’t recall saying this was optional,” she replied, a bright grin on her face.
“Marley,” I whispered. “I’m not ready.”
She turned to me, her eyes narrowing. “And when will you be ready, Fluorine? Hm? You won’t be ready until someone gives you that extra push. Which is what I’m doing. You’ve got to go learn how to live again.”
I sighed; I knew trying to convince her of anything else would be futile. She had her mind made up, and she would drag me there in these pajamas if she had to. “I don’t have anything to wear,” I said, hoping that would thwart the attack until a later date.
The hero looks like he can’t breathe; the damsel just left everything.
She grinned, “You can borrow something of mine. I have JUST the outfit.”
Marley finished up my make-up. My instincts were screaming at me not to allow her to anywhere near my face, because based on the look Marley was portraying, mine had to be very similar. But I had allowed her to attack me with eyeliner and lipstick, and I was legitimately worried about the outcome waiting for me. Truth be told, I could, at times, be quite the innocent little girl. And wearing thick make up and risqué clothing was not exactly what I enjoyed doing. The dress she had picked out for me, obviously, was tight and short. I knew what type of man would enjoy that, and they did not impress me.
You’re like a black cat with a black back pack full of fireworks, and you’re gonna burn the city down, right now.
“Ta-da!” Marley said, turning me around to face the mirror.
My jaw dropped, and my swollen and red eyes widened. “Sweet Berry,” I murmured, turning to her with horror plastered upon my face. “What is THIS.”
She shrugged, “You look hot, Fluorine.”
I turned back to the mirror, trying not to grimace. I just had to last two, maybe three hours tops, then I could come back home, throw my PJ’s back on, and crash back into bed and sleep away all this pain. I glanced at her, “Are you ready to go, then?”
She smiled, pulling me alongside her, “Of course. Let’s get going, love.”
I only lasted an hour at the bar.
I got a few drinks, danced with ONE person – the rest were all a disappointment, because seriously, if you’re too far gone to even get the words ‘want to dance’ out of your mouth properly, then you need to slow down on the drinks.
I found Marley in the restroom, where she was busy reapplying lipstick and fixing up her hair. I hadn’t ever known Marley to be the party girl type, but then again, we had only been in the big city for two months, and most of that I spent my nights with Dublin and the other half I spent laying around. But still, she wasn’t that timid little girl that I knew back in high school, who I had to save from an attacker. She had developed confidence in the time we had been here; but I wasn’t too sure whether I appreciated this new grown up girl.
“I think I’m going to head on home,” I said, shouting just to be heard over the too-loud music.
Marley glanced at me in the mirror, her puppy dog eyes staring at me, “Aww, come on, just a little while longer!”
I shook my head, “Can’t sorry.”
“But we’re just getting started,” she whined.
I tried to look sincere with my apology, “I just… I can’t.”
She grumbled an okay, then gave me back my phone, of which she had been holding hostage ever since Dublin had left, just to ensure she dealt with him rather me having to go through the heart ache of hearing his voice over calls and reading the texts that I knew he had sent. “Text me when you get back.”
“Ok,” I replied, slipping back out into the crowd, squeezing my way through until I was outside in the cold night air. I inhaled deep gulps of it, letting the chill freeze the sweat that was dripping down my forehead.
I started walking in the direction of home, because we didn’t live too far – about five blocks, I think it was. That, and I didn’t have money for a taxi. I felt my phone buzz, and I glanced at it, seeing the words “my baby” pop up on screen. I felt my heart beat freeze, and I closed my eyes, trying to convince myself I could do this.
“Hello?” I answered, preparing myself for the rush of emotions.
“Fluorine! Are you there? Hello! It’s Dublin – I’ve been trying to reach you for weeks, babe. Listen, I love you…” he rambled on, but I ignored him. My body, which had been frozen with the fear of hearing his voice, was now twitchy with panic. I felt anxious – more than I ever had in my life. My eyes darted around, trying to find what would trigger such an emotion, but I came up empty handed.
All I knew, was that something about the night was off; it was almost as if I could feel eyes on my back, following my every move.
“…you’re right,” I muttered, into the phone. “We were pretty perfect together. But after what you did… I no longer see a future for us.”
Babbling went on in my ear as Dublin continued to talk, ignoring what I was saying, pleading with me to get back with him. I heard footsteps – or, at least, I thought I did. But, when I turned around, I saw nothing; not a car, bug, or even a tree was budging.
“Look, Dublin,” I said, cutting him off mid-sentence, forcing him to listen. “I’m kinda busy right now, can I call you back?”
He didn’t sound too happy about me dissing him, but he mumbled an alright, then the line went dead. I held the phone in my hand, gripping it with a hold as tight as death, then took a timid step forward. I moved slowly on purpose, my ears listening to the shadows. Then I heard it again – footsteps, definitely human, and, from the sounds of it, either boots or heels, and they were coming towards me – and they were coming fast.
“Who’s there!?” I shouted, my voice shrill. Why was I freaking out? This was part of living in the city, wasn’t it? Having creeper people follow you? Maybe I should be honored – was I pretty enough to creep on? Or did I just look weak enough to attack?
Oh, close up camera two, ‘cause the hero dies, in this scene.
I shook my head, trying to clear it of the thoughts. I thought – no, I knew – I wouldn’t be able to fight off a mugger or stalker or, I shuddered at the thought, something worse. Not hearing a reply, I shouted it again, “I said: who the berry is there!?” I didn’t realize I was shaking until my phone dropped, cracking into pieces on the floor.
I heard a voice, one that sounded oddly familiar, come from behind me, in the opposite direction I heard the footsteps, “Shame you broke your phone.” A man said, tilting his head, not in confusion, but rather like he was sizing me up, like a snake stares at its prey, “That might’ve proved to be useful to you.”
Your inspiration is the loss of absolutely everything.
“Wh-wha-what do you want?” I stammered.
He grinned at me, holding out his hand as an invitation.
“I don’t have a lot of money,” I said, fumbling around. “I’m a part time person, I don’t make much. But here – you can have it all!” I shoved what little money I could find on me into his hands, but he let it slip through his fingers.
He looked at me expectantly, his eyebrow shooting upwards, “I don’t want your money.”
“What do you want then?” I screeched, begging with fate to bring someone into my world to rescue me.
“You,” he purred, coming closer. I knew that I knew him – but I, for the life of me, could not remember from where. He stared into my eyes, and I noticed that his were unnatural – they looked like the stars I had prayed to for answers, and were dancing the way my feet did for a living. They were menacing, yet comforting at the same time – I was losing myself. His stare was intense, hypnotizing. I couldn’t remember my name.
He crept closer to me, forcing me to back up, closing in on me. My back suddenly ran into a metal barrier, and the chains rattled, and I knew I was caught between him and the fence behind me. My hands clutched together, and my legs trembled, and he towered before, sniffing the air. “You smell so lovely,” he murmured, closing his eyes.
“This shouldn’t hurt… too much,” he grinned, leaning into my neck.
I screamed. It was instinct. I tried to fight, but it did no good. His body was like a bag of bricks, pinning me back, leaving me hardly any room to breathe, and clipping any chance I had of making a desperate escape in the bud.
And flashback on the girl, as we montage every memory.
“PLEASE! STOP!” I wailed, his fangs digging deeper into my neck.
My vision was filled with red dots, adrenaline attacking me to the very core. I tried to understand what the man was doing – he was making a slurping sound, and I felt pain, cuts into my skin. It couldn’t be, but it was. He was… drinking, from me. The only liquid I had in me – my blood. He gulped it down greedily, taking large amounts at a time. And the more blood he took, the weaker I began to feel.
My squirms suddenly lost their strength, and my cries died out. This was it – this was how I was going to die. My eyelids drooped, my body falling onto his, no longer able to support itself.
I felt my heart rate slow, and my eyes no longer could make out shapes properly – everything was blurring together. My eyes made no sense of the objects before me, my vision too confused to understand, even to my own mind. The leech on my neck tensed, and he squeezed me closer to him, clutching onto my body. “Fudge,” he hissed, wiping his lips on his sleeve. He let out a slur of murmured curse words, then tightened his grip on me, “I’ve drank too much.”
My finger twitched ever so slightly, and he smiled, a frown looming behind it. His fingers caressed my cheek, the cold registered dimly against my numb cheek, and clutched onto him, my hands making fists in his shirt. My own legs could no longer hold me up, and my entire body was begging – screaming – at me to fade into the darkness. But death would’ve been all too easy an escape; the monster leaned before me, again, but this time his teeth didn’t rip into my neck – instead they punctured the skin. But I was dying all the same; he was ripping what little shreds of life I had left to shreds.
It was only a moment, it seemed, before the pain began. It ripped at my heart, tore at my organs, made what little blood still flowing through my veins boil.
He pushed me down, forcing me to lie on the jagged terrain below us. He crouched by me, hiding me protectively, and put his head on my chest, his ears searching for a pulse that even I could no longer feel. He must’ve heard a faint fight for life within me, though, because a relieved and satisfied smile soon spread across his face, and his pearly white teeth reflected with the shining of the moon above us.
He pulled me into his arms, cradling me, and ran his fingers slowly through my green hair. He whispered in my ear, “It was finally your time, Miss Fluorine Drop.”
And we bleed out in the bathroom sink, and we fade out as the soundtrack sings…
My life ended, but my world began, with fire exploding into my veins.
-Lyrics by Mayday Parade; “Black Cat”-
Alsoooo, I am opening up a Question & Answer session now. Figured now would be as good as time as any. :] You can ask them here, or on the Tumblr, although I’d prefer if it was on the Tumblr, because it’s easier for me to keep track of. But it doesn’t matter. ^-^