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I looked across the street at her. She was beautiful. She was an angel. She was pure. There were so many ways to describe her. But of all the metaphors I came up with to tell myself what she was, the truth never struck me. She had the most beautiful long black hair I'd ever seen in my life. Her eyes of navy struck a chord in me that I could never even begin to describe, even to myself. They swirled with the magic she had about her, like she had an inner flame to her soul that only her eyes showed. The long lashes that framed those almond shaped eyes were long and think, and just a midnight as her hair. Her full lips always pouted unintentionally, and when they smiled, she glowed with a holy inner light.
I never had a name for her. I always just called her Angel because I never knew just what that name was. I didn't know her at all, I just saw her all the time. In the grocery store. In the post office. All over town, ever once getting the courage to go up to her and talk to her. I know she saw me though. I just know it. She would always seem to turn my way when I walked into a room and smile at me, but still I couldn't do anything about it. And there was always a sway in her hips when she knew I was there. Man, did she have a body.
I realized sometime later that I was in love with her. My beautiful Angel had worked her magic and now I was slowly becoming obsessed with her. I know it was a little much to be obsessed with someone you couldn't even talk to, or even knew. I lived in a small town, and everyone knew everyone else, but no one knew who she was. No one knew where she lived. No one knew a thing about her! They knew of her, of course, how could you not know about her? But no one person in my town knew anything more about her. She didn't go to my school, so she must have been home schooled. She couldn't have been more than seventeen! She looked so young, and she acted like an innocent little school girl.
After some time I started following her around the town. I would wake up early in the morning and wait for her at the flower shop. She always stopped there in the mornings to get a single flower, a lilac. She would buy one every morning, and give one to some young man. Oh, how I wished that she would give me one of those beautiful lavender flowers. But she never did. She just continued to smile at me and put that little sway into her hips when she knew I was looking. I knew I was obsessed, even after I started stalking her. And yes, it was stalking her. I'd skip school so I could follow her around all day long. But after some time, she stopped coming around like she usually did. I was heartbroken.
Around that time there was also an occurrence of strange deaths. Men started turning up sucked dry of everything that was them, and the lost of a rather delicate part of their body. I didn't know what to think. It was such a small town, and losing that many people was just outrageous. However, the thing that scared me the most was the fact that everyone one of them received a lilac from Angel. It terrified me. I almost thought that she was the one that had killed them. But how could I think that? She was Angel! She was the most innocent girl in the world. The only girl in my world. She couldn't have done it. She was so pure, so child-like. How could she have done it? I'm sure she would have sobbed miserably is she knew. Not that she didn't, but I couldn't find her anywhere. Maybe that's what she was doing right now. Mourning over those boys.
Then the day came with another beautiful girl moved to my town. She was almost Angel's exact opposite. She had golden hair that seemed to imitate sunbeams, and her eyes were a soft grey eyes. Her lashes were as gold, like her hair, and she looked like god rays that shone from her eyes like sunshine through small breaks in the overcast sky. Her name was Desdemona. She was polite, but very outspoken. If it was on her mind, everyone knew what it was. I fell in love with her immediately. She fell for me just as hard. We were always together. There wasn't a moment we were apart from one another. We even got a small apartment to ourselves.
I began to forget about Angel. I told Demona--as I'd begun to call her--all about my obsession with the girl I called Angel. Demona laughed at me for stalking her, but was very happy that I was now in love with her. She came home one day with a single flower, a morning glory. It was her favorite flower. She said that it was her token to me, a token that meant I was hers forever. I was so happy. I dried it and then kept it in my favorite book so that I always had it to remind me that I was hers. God, I loved her. This wasn't obsession, this was love, and I knew it.
One day, I finally forgot all about Angel. It's had been years since anyone had seen her, and Demona and I were trying to adopt a child. We'd decided that neither of us wanted to give birth to a child, we wanted to adopt because Demona was adopted, and she'd wanted another child to have the happiness that'd she'd had. I was walking down the street on my way home from work when I saw her. Demona and I were going to go to the large city that was a few hours away to pick up the little girl we had finally gotten custody of and Angel stepped out in front of me from behind the corner of a building.
"Hello, Bobby," she said softly in a gorgeous, sensual alto.
I blinked a few times, knowing I knew the face, but not at all being able to place it. "Uh....hi," I said slowly. How the hell had this woman known my name. I certainly must have known her one time. Then I noticed a lilac in her long raven hair. "Oh, my god...." I hardly whispered.
She nodded. "Yes, your Angel."
I started. How had she'd know that was what I used to call her?
"I know you used to stalk me. I miss those days."
Okay, now she was starting to scare me. "Okay, well. It was nice reminiscing, but I have to get home to my girlfriend. Nice talking to you." I started to pass her by when she grabbed my wrist in an iron grip. Looking around, I realized there was no one around to help me get rid of this psycho.
"I've been watching you all these years, Bobby," she said, her voice dangerously low. "I never forgot you like you have me."
"You never even talked to me. What the hell are you?!" I was getting frightened now. This woman was stronger than I was. I know she was. The grip she had on my hand was as though a vice had been locked onto my arm and tightened to the point of near crippling and her arm wasn't even shaking.
"I'm the one you're in love with, Bobby." Her voice was getting lower and lower, and her grip was getting tighter and tighter. I tried to tear away from her, but succeeded only in wrenching my wrist, and my ensuing yelp echoed off the walls around us.
"I'm not in love with you, ya loony bitch," I shouted at her. "I was obsessed! That was it! Let me go! Now!"
But she wouldn't. She held that grip until I fell to my knees. Tears fell from my eyes from the pain. I always saw in the movies that men would fell to their knees and bleed from grips tight as this, but I didn't really think it would happen. I felt her nails bite into my wrist and saw blood--my blood!-seeping from between her white knuckles. There was so much blood. Where had it all come from? The far away part of my mind that was still coherent through the pain marked that she must have cut into a vein.
"You are in love with me, Bobby," Angel hissed at me. "And I'm in love with you. And if I can't have you...no one can....."
I laughed. I actually laughed. I found it the funniest thing I'd heard in my life. It was so cliché! I laughed until there was no sound, only air--or lack thereof--coming from my mouth. I heard a low growl, like something coming from a panther, warning another predator away from her kill. I would have wondered where the sound came from, but in the next moment, I knew it had been Angel. She'd pulled my face to look at her and I saw her lips drawn back in a feral snarl, and the growl was coming from deep inside her throat.
"I could kill you with a thought, Bobby," then she twisted my arm the wrong way. Sudden pain shot through my arm, then subsided somewhat. I wasn't sure, but I thought she'd just broken my arm. I was terrified. "We worshiped one another, Bobby. I love you more than you could know. That's why I never gave you a lilac. I just gave those to the men I used. When I was done with them, then I threw them out."
I blinked in shock. She was the one that killed them!? And I was too obsessed to see it! And then I'd completely forgotten about it when I fell for Demona. "But, I never gave you one because I loved you. I didn't want to hurt you. I wanted you alive for when I came back for you. Then she moved in on my possession!"
There was another wrenching pain as she dragged me away. I flailed as best as I could, but I wrenched the arm I thought she'd broken, and realized that she had, in fact, broken my arm. She'd actually broken my elbow joint. The pain was excruciating, so I stopped moving. There wasn't anything I could do to get out of her grip anyway, so I was going to bide my time.
She dragged me to a secluded part of town, in an alley, where no one was likely to ever see anything that was going to transpire. I knew that one of us was going to die, I just didn't know which.
"I will have your love, Bobby. One way or another."
I glared up at Angel. "You will never have anything from me. Nothing. I love Demona--"
The raven haired woman had picked up a four-by-four and struck it across the side of my head before I could finish my sentence. I nearly blacked out, but before I could fall into bliss she twisted my other arm and I heard the snap. This time I screamed, my throat tearing. I felt the blood well in my throat, and I pulled it into my mouth. With a fierce glare at her, I spat all of it out on her. An outraged howl passed her ruby lips and she struck me with the wood again. This time I did fall into darkness.
*******
Something stuck my lower back and I screamed again.
"Time to wake up, my love...."
I blinked back my tears and tried to move. I couldn't. I was roped to the Thunder Oak. It was an old hollowed out oak tree that had been struck by lightning decades ago. Nothing grew around it, and no wild animals would live near it, much less in it. It was a cursed tree.
The thick twine rope that held me suspended off the ground bit into my flesh as did the bark of the tree into my nude form. I was barely coherent from pain. My head was splitting and only surpassed by the intense ache of my broken arms. I hadn't felt the pain before because of adrenaline, but now it threatened to throw back into unconsciousness.
"You....crazy bitch...." was all I could get out before she strapped me again with what felt like the four-by-four.
"I didn't say you could speak. Now. You have a choice. Me, or....hmmm....me."
I tried to move, and was rewarded by searing pain in my arms as the bones grated against one another and my nerve endings. "Fuck you," I spat, using the pain to give me strength to force the words out.
"No, no. That comes after you choose me."
"I will never choose you," I ground out slowly. "I love Demona--" she strapped me again, splinters entering my body from the tree and the wood striking me, but continued to force the words through the pain. "--more than my life itself--" she flung the wood against my tailbone and I felt more than heard the snap. An animalistic howl of pain ripped through my vocal cords as the last words rushed from my lips. "AND THERE'S NOTHING YOU CAN DO TO STOP IT!"
She howled in fury and used more strength that she had before to slam the slab of refined tree against the base of my skull. My last thoughts going out to my lover, my life. My demon-angel.
*******
I know you can't hear me, Demona, but I had to tell you. I've been haunting you since that night. Fortunately, Gabriella--that was her name, by the by--was so obsessed with me that once she realized she'd killed me, she killed herself. I wished you didn't have to find me like that. I wished I'd died instead of going into the coma. I wish that the blood clot had just hemorrhaged before you found me, so you didn't have to wait and hope that I'd pull through. I see that you got our daughter. I'm happy for you. She's beautiful. I love you, Demona. I always will. I'll haunt you for the rest of your life. You are what I truly worship...
--Eln Martyr '03
Worship
I looked across the street at her. She was beautiful. She was an angel. She was pure. There were so many ways to describe her. But of all the metaphors I came up with to tell myself what she was, the truth never struck me. She had the most beautiful long black hair I'd ever seen in my life. Her eyes of navy struck a chord in me that I could never even begin to describe, even to myself. They swirled with the magic she had about her, like she had an inner flame to her soul that only her eyes showed. The long lashes that framed those almond shaped eyes were long and think, and just a midnight as her hair. Her full lips always pouted unintentionally, and when they smiled, she glowed with a holy inner light.
I never had a name for her. I always just called her Angel because I never knew just what that name was. I didn't know her at all, I just saw her all the time. In the grocery store. In the post office. All over town, ever once getting the courage to go up to her and talk to her. I know she saw me though. I just know it. She would always seem to turn my way when I walked into a room and smile at me, but still I couldn't do anything about it. And there was always a sway in her hips when she knew I was there. Man, did she have a body.
I realized sometime later that I was in love with her. My beautiful Angel had worked her magic and now I was slowly becoming obsessed with her. I know it was a little much to be obsessed with someone you couldn't even talk to, or even knew. I lived in a small town, and everyone knew everyone else, but no one knew who she was. No one knew where she lived. No one knew a thing about her! They knew of her, of course, how could you not know about her? But no one person in my town knew anything more about her. She didn't go to my school, so she must have been home schooled. She couldn't have been more than seventeen! She looked so young, and she acted like an innocent little school girl.
After some time I started following her around the town. I would wake up early in the morning and wait for her at the flower shop. She always stopped there in the mornings to get a single flower, a lilac. She would buy one every morning, and give one to some young man. Oh, how I wished that she would give me one of those beautiful lavender flowers. But she never did. She just continued to smile at me and put that little sway into her hips when she knew I was looking. I knew I was obsessed, even after I started stalking her. And yes, it was stalking her. I'd skip school so I could follow her around all day long. But after some time, she stopped coming around like she usually did. I was heartbroken.
Around that time there was also an occurrence of strange deaths. Men started turning up sucked dry of everything that was them, and the lost of a rather delicate part of their body. I didn't know what to think. It was such a small town, and losing that many people was just outrageous. However, the thing that scared me the most was the fact that everyone one of them received a lilac from Angel. It terrified me. I almost thought that she was the one that had killed them. But how could I think that? She was Angel! She was the most innocent girl in the world. The only girl in my world. She couldn't have done it. She was so pure, so child-like. How could she have done it? I'm sure she would have sobbed miserably is she knew. Not that she didn't, but I couldn't find her anywhere. Maybe that's what she was doing right now. Mourning over those boys.
Then the day came with another beautiful girl moved to my town. She was almost Angel's exact opposite. She had golden hair that seemed to imitate sunbeams, and her eyes were a soft grey eyes. Her lashes were as gold, like her hair, and she looked like god rays that shone from her eyes like sunshine through small breaks in the overcast sky. Her name was Desdemona. She was polite, but very outspoken. If it was on her mind, everyone knew what it was. I fell in love with her immediately. She fell for me just as hard. We were always together. There wasn't a moment we were apart from one another. We even got a small apartment to ourselves.
I began to forget about Angel. I told Demona--as I'd begun to call her--all about my obsession with the girl I called Angel. Demona laughed at me for stalking her, but was very happy that I was now in love with her. She came home one day with a single flower, a morning glory. It was her favorite flower. She said that it was her token to me, a token that meant I was hers forever. I was so happy. I dried it and then kept it in my favorite book so that I always had it to remind me that I was hers. God, I loved her. This wasn't obsession, this was love, and I knew it.
One day, I finally forgot all about Angel. It's had been years since anyone had seen her, and Demona and I were trying to adopt a child. We'd decided that neither of us wanted to give birth to a child, we wanted to adopt because Demona was adopted, and she'd wanted another child to have the happiness that'd she'd had. I was walking down the street on my way home from work when I saw her. Demona and I were going to go to the large city that was a few hours away to pick up the little girl we had finally gotten custody of and Angel stepped out in front of me from behind the corner of a building.
"Hello, Bobby," she said softly in a gorgeous, sensual alto.
I blinked a few times, knowing I knew the face, but not at all being able to place it. "Uh....hi," I said slowly. How the hell had this woman known my name. I certainly must have known her one time. Then I noticed a lilac in her long raven hair. "Oh, my god...." I hardly whispered.
She nodded. "Yes, your Angel."
I started. How had she'd know that was what I used to call her?
"I know you used to stalk me. I miss those days."
Okay, now she was starting to scare me. "Okay, well. It was nice reminiscing, but I have to get home to my girlfriend. Nice talking to you." I started to pass her by when she grabbed my wrist in an iron grip. Looking around, I realized there was no one around to help me get rid of this psycho.
"I've been watching you all these years, Bobby," she said, her voice dangerously low. "I never forgot you like you have me."
"You never even talked to me. What the hell are you?!" I was getting frightened now. This woman was stronger than I was. I know she was. The grip she had on my hand was as though a vice had been locked onto my arm and tightened to the point of near crippling and her arm wasn't even shaking.
"I'm the one you're in love with, Bobby." Her voice was getting lower and lower, and her grip was getting tighter and tighter. I tried to tear away from her, but succeeded only in wrenching my wrist, and my ensuing yelp echoed off the walls around us.
"I'm not in love with you, ya loony bitch," I shouted at her. "I was obsessed! That was it! Let me go! Now!"
But she wouldn't. She held that grip until I fell to my knees. Tears fell from my eyes from the pain. I always saw in the movies that men would fell to their knees and bleed from grips tight as this, but I didn't really think it would happen. I felt her nails bite into my wrist and saw blood--my blood!-seeping from between her white knuckles. There was so much blood. Where had it all come from? The far away part of my mind that was still coherent through the pain marked that she must have cut into a vein.
"You are in love with me, Bobby," Angel hissed at me. "And I'm in love with you. And if I can't have you...no one can....."
I laughed. I actually laughed. I found it the funniest thing I'd heard in my life. It was so cliché! I laughed until there was no sound, only air--or lack thereof--coming from my mouth. I heard a low growl, like something coming from a panther, warning another predator away from her kill. I would have wondered where the sound came from, but in the next moment, I knew it had been Angel. She'd pulled my face to look at her and I saw her lips drawn back in a feral snarl, and the growl was coming from deep inside her throat.
"I could kill you with a thought, Bobby," then she twisted my arm the wrong way. Sudden pain shot through my arm, then subsided somewhat. I wasn't sure, but I thought she'd just broken my arm. I was terrified. "We worshiped one another, Bobby. I love you more than you could know. That's why I never gave you a lilac. I just gave those to the men I used. When I was done with them, then I threw them out."
I blinked in shock. She was the one that killed them!? And I was too obsessed to see it! And then I'd completely forgotten about it when I fell for Demona. "But, I never gave you one because I loved you. I didn't want to hurt you. I wanted you alive for when I came back for you. Then she moved in on my possession!"
There was another wrenching pain as she dragged me away. I flailed as best as I could, but I wrenched the arm I thought she'd broken, and realized that she had, in fact, broken my arm. She'd actually broken my elbow joint. The pain was excruciating, so I stopped moving. There wasn't anything I could do to get out of her grip anyway, so I was going to bide my time.
She dragged me to a secluded part of town, in an alley, where no one was likely to ever see anything that was going to transpire. I knew that one of us was going to die, I just didn't know which.
"I will have your love, Bobby. One way or another."
I glared up at Angel. "You will never have anything from me. Nothing. I love Demona--"
The raven haired woman had picked up a four-by-four and struck it across the side of my head before I could finish my sentence. I nearly blacked out, but before I could fall into bliss she twisted my other arm and I heard the snap. This time I screamed, my throat tearing. I felt the blood well in my throat, and I pulled it into my mouth. With a fierce glare at her, I spat all of it out on her. An outraged howl passed her ruby lips and she struck me with the wood again. This time I did fall into darkness.
*******
Something stuck my lower back and I screamed again.
"Time to wake up, my love...."
I blinked back my tears and tried to move. I couldn't. I was roped to the Thunder Oak. It was an old hollowed out oak tree that had been struck by lightning decades ago. Nothing grew around it, and no wild animals would live near it, much less in it. It was a cursed tree.
The thick twine rope that held me suspended off the ground bit into my flesh as did the bark of the tree into my nude form. I was barely coherent from pain. My head was splitting and only surpassed by the intense ache of my broken arms. I hadn't felt the pain before because of adrenaline, but now it threatened to throw back into unconsciousness.
"You....crazy bitch...." was all I could get out before she strapped me again with what felt like the four-by-four.
"I didn't say you could speak. Now. You have a choice. Me, or....hmmm....me."
I tried to move, and was rewarded by searing pain in my arms as the bones grated against one another and my nerve endings. "Fuck you," I spat, using the pain to give me strength to force the words out.
"No, no. That comes after you choose me."
"I will never choose you," I ground out slowly. "I love Demona--" she strapped me again, splinters entering my body from the tree and the wood striking me, but continued to force the words through the pain. "--more than my life itself--" she flung the wood against my tailbone and I felt more than heard the snap. An animalistic howl of pain ripped through my vocal cords as the last words rushed from my lips. "AND THERE'S NOTHING YOU CAN DO TO STOP IT!"
She howled in fury and used more strength that she had before to slam the slab of refined tree against the base of my skull. My last thoughts going out to my lover, my life. My demon-angel.
*******
I know you can't hear me, Demona, but I had to tell you. I've been haunting you since that night. Fortunately, Gabriella--that was her name, by the by--was so obsessed with me that once she realized she'd killed me, she killed herself. I wished you didn't have to find me like that. I wished I'd died instead of going into the coma. I wish that the blood clot had just hemorrhaged before you found me, so you didn't have to wait and hope that I'd pull through. I see that you got our daughter. I'm happy for you. She's beautiful. I love you, Demona. I always will. I'll haunt you for the rest of your life. You are what I truly worship...
--Eln Martyr '03
