Almost Over…
I took another sip from the glass in my hand. A cold and fruity sensation burns along the inside of my throat.
My cheeks feel warm as my head dips up and down in a soft manner. My hair is an absolute mess, my fingers catch on the many tangles that knotted one strand to another.
A small pain forms at the bridge of my nose and my vision blurs. I glance at my arm. No, the scars haven't healed; upon closer inspection it appears that many of them have reopened. My, that's a lot of ketchup to be running out of one tiny scratch.
I don't even eat ketchup, so how is it my veins are full of the stuff? Oh well. One more swig of the sweet, sweet juice in the crystal chalice and that's how many bottles?
Let's see, uh, there are 3 on the desk, one staring straight at me from the PC monitor and a fifth sticking it's tongue out at me from by the door.
Hey! Damn cheek! I'll show that lump of blown glass whose boss! I get up from my swivel chair, and promptly fall over, banging my head in the process.
Ow! Blast that dresser! I'll get my baseball bat from the closetand rough it up a bit, but first, that damn bottle.
I grab it by the neck, and stare at it, but the ketchup from my arm has rubbed its face off. At least it's not blowing raspberries at me anymore, stupid piece of crap.
I look closer to double check that it's really not pulling faces. Nope, Lambrusco appears to be behaving itself now.
Jeez, talk about having no respect. I liberate the damn thing from my father's 'special' cabinet and it pays me back by tormenting me. Why does that seem so familiar?
Well, the others were freed from that same wooden form of solitary confinement. But Chardonnay and Bailey's didn't mock me like that!
Eh, never mind. It's over now, but my arm is still leaking. I shout at Blade from my seated position on the carpet, also covered in the condiment dripping from my wrist.
You stupid razor! Why didn't you tell me this would happen?
I gestured toward my forearm for dramatic effect, but it remained silent. I crawled over the drawer which it sat in and pulled it open to find it still dripping with my own ketchup.
Don't give me the silent treatment! I should break you in two for this! Everyday this happens, but it never apologizes. It's such an ignorant sod.
Brrr, the temperature in this room just shot down by, like, twenty degrees! I rub my shoulders to warm them up and suddenly realize why it's gotten so cold.
Speaking of ignorant sods…
A pair of glowing green orbs stares widely at me. His eyes, I know his eyes anywhere. But what's he doing here?
I glare at Lambrusco lying face down on the floor.
You called him didn't you?
It lay there and didn't say a thing.
Cold, gloved hands clasp either side of my face and moves it until it is looking at him again. Ah, head rush! His mouth is wide and remarks hurtful things. Hurtful, yet fearful, things.
I cannot hear what exactly. One of his hands takes my cell phone as he worriedly yells things into it, while the other has wandered to my arm.
It wasn't me, I protest, Blade did it! He nods, but I don't think he believes me. A stream of lemonade falls from the ghostly optics that stares so intently at my own human ones.
I scoop some of the lemonade onto my finger to see how it tastes. Ugh, it is so bitter and salty.
His whole body is shaking and in a dual flash of light, his eyes - once green - are now blue. A cold, icy shade of blue that reminds me of the label displaying Lambrusco's name.
Aww honey, don't cry, I ruffle his hair and attempted to stop the leakage his eyes were creating.
Please stop crying, I plead, Or I'll cry as well! Wow, did that ever sound like a threat.
I'm sorry, I didn't mean to threaten you, I just want you to stop crying. Too late.
I can feel a fizzy substance running down my cheeks. There is an almost painful twinge tugging at the corners of my eyes.
Now look what you've made me do! For reasons unknown, he clearly finds this amusing; I can just about see his mouth curve into a blatant grin.
It's not that funny, I noted - rather peeved that he found my bawling funny. He's the one that started it!
Suddenly, there are a couple of light faeries flashing crudely outside my bedroom window (one red, one blue) accompanied by what I can only assume is a wailing badger that was recently hit by a car and now complaining of pancreas pain.
Another mad head rush ravages my skull when he quickly lifts me up with both arms.
That pain that started in my forehead spreads across my whole head as that damn wailing badger carries on with that ghastly noise.
He mutters at me some more, again I am unable to hear what he has to say.
His eyes are glowing crystal blue as the world around me fades to grey. His voice becomes stretchy and frightened. I can feel him shaking me again.
The grey turns darker and darker…
He's crying again, I can hear it now…
The darker it gets, the louder he seems to be yelling…
Blackness follows suit…
"SAM! DON'T LEAVE ME…"
Oooh! Will Sam live and delight the DxS fans that are reading this? Or will she die, fulfilling the dreams of Danny fangirls everywhere?
You'll have to wait until Chapter 2!
BTW, I wrote this while under the influence so I know how strange the world is when drunk. I'll update soon, K?
-SS2K4
P.S. For those of you who don't know, Lambrusco is a Californian red wine, Chardonnay is a French whitewine, and Bailey's isBristol cream Liquer.