Title: The Afterlife
Summery: Just my idea of what could have happened after the movie, if they moved on and had normal lives.
Disclaimer- I don't own the toys I only play with them
A/N – Um they really don't go into what happened between Danica and Hannibal so I'm taking some liberties. Also I have no beta so yeah there aer a lot of errors, I usually have a lot of tense errors, ignore them, or if you want fix them and you'll get credit as my beta when I repost it. D
It's been almost a year since Daystar was realized, a year since the last vampire disappeared in a cloud of fire and dust. I should be free, we should be free but here I am sitting in the corner of my room, in the middle of the night, wishing I had never heard of vampires.
The nightmares started back up after my little stay as Danica's prisoner. As first they were only about what happened that day. What they could of made me become, what have been made to do to Zoe. Now they've progressed to the point that they are about everything that Whore ever did to me. From the night we meet, to the day she died.
I spend the rest of the night here, vigilant of even the smallest noise.
That's how Abby finds me in the morning, how she finds me every morning. She pulls me up and gives me a hug, then pushes me towards the door and into the living room with a pat on the butt.
We both have jobs now, real everyday nine to five jobs; I know, the horror, the horror.
It has become my job to take back of Zoey in the morning, getting her to school since Abby has to leave earlier. She works at a gym, me I'm a barista, yup I make coffee for a living how depressing. Not nearly as cool as vamp fighting but hey it pays the bills and hurts a hell of a lot less.
As soon as we arrive at the school a strange women begins walking towards me.
"Hello you must be King right? Zoe has told me a lot about you." She smiles as she says it and she seems nice enough but that doesn't make me any less wary, Zoe knows what she's not allowed to talk about so that hopefully isn't an issue.
I give her one of my charming smiles and nod while Zoe takes the time to inform me that the nice lady here is her teacher Mrs. Harvey, before she runs off to play with her friends.
"So, how's Zoe doing?" I asked conversationally.
"She's doing very well, and she talks so highly of both you and Abby, I feel like I already know you." Just then the bell rings informing us both that we should get going. I reach out my hand to offer a handshake but she'll have none of it and goes right in for a hug. She's apparently really really friendly, she doesn't seem to notice that I stiffen under her touch as I do almost every female other then Abby and Zoe.
When I arrive later in the day to pick Zoe up, Mrs. Harvey is there waiting, and before I can call Zoe over she approaches. "Hey again"
"Hello, ok I know this is gonna sound a little presumptuous but I don't meet many attractive single men and I was wondering if maybe we could go out sometime, maybe get some coffee?"
In my shock all I can say is "I work in a coffee shop." She laughs at that, and it wasn't even a joke.
"Ok then not coffee, but what do you think?"
I can see Zoe spying on me from a distance with a smile on her face waiting for my reply. "Umm sure."
"Really yah!" She jumps up and down a few times before rushing over and hugging me again before running away only to return moments later. "Is Friday night good for you, say seven, I know the perfect place so I'll drive. Sqqqeeee." I barely get in a nod before she runs off again.
What have I gotten myself into?
Friday evening is steadily approaching and I can feel myself getting more and more frightened by the though. I haven't really gone on a date in over 8 years now. The first five because of Danica and the next three spent fighting her. Man I should be excited but instead I'm terrified and it's gonna end with her expecting more then I can give. I'm not even sure if I'm gonna be able to kiss her. Not that I don't like kissing, its just that it makes me think of Danica and that can only being bad things. Lets not even go into if sex becomes an issue. I might be ok as long as she doesn't try and take control; Danica was all about control, always on top, about deciding whether or not I could cum, whether I got pleasure or pain.
Its 6 and I am officially freaking out. Thank god Abby is here. "I don't know if I can do this. I don't even know why I said ok." I'm currently sitting on the floor making an offering to the porcelain god. Abby wipes by brow, rubs slow circles on my back and tells me it's ok that I don't have to go. "If I don't do this down, I don't know if I'll ever be able too," I look up at her with tear-filled eyes. "Why does this have to be so hard, it's just a first date for crying out loud."
By 6:50 I've somehow managed to compose myself and settle into a pacing pattern in the living room that Zoe thinks will leave a grove. When the doorbell rings I really jump out of my skin.
"Hey King how are you?" She looks beautiful in a dressy white tank top and knee length flowered skirt. Its simple and elegant like she didn't try to hard and she most definitely doesn't look like the Horse Humping Slut, which is definitely helping with my pre date jitters.
"Hey I'm good but um I just realized the only I know to call you is Mrs. Harvey."
"Oh my did I really forget to tell you me name, I'm so embarrassed" she blushes brightly proving it. "Its Amy."
"Shall we, our carriage awaits." It's only a short quiet drive to our destination. We go to an old fashioned restaurant that has a live band and a dance floor full of those who might be considered elderly.
It was a fun evening, nonsensical conversation on unimportant topics and good food and fun. It's 11o'clock when we finally left the establishment, smiles still on our faces. It wasn't until she walked me to door of our building that mine went away. I know she's expecting a kiss and a part of me wants to while another is completely terrified about it.
There was no kiss that first date or the next or next. It was on the 6th date that Amy finally got fed up and made a move herself. She got up from her side of the table leaned down and laid one on me. I froze as she gently scrapped her tongue against my teeth until she gained entrance into my mouth. By the time she pulled away my fears had been quelled and I was ready for more.
She figured out pretty quickly that I wasn't going to initiate anything of the sexual nature, whether it be playful kisses, making out, or full blown sex. The first move was always and will always be hers.
Amy and I have been dating for 6 months now and I don't think I could possibly be happier. I still live with Abby and Zoe officially but I spend most of my time at Amy's place.
Tonight was a usual night for us. We hung out at our local pub had a few beers talked about our day, got a little tipsy then headed back to her place. Pushed against the wall of the elevator we share sloppy kisses while waiting to arrive at our floor. We get into her apartment and continue our games, not wanting to separate out lips long enough to remove our clothes, she pushes me back onto the bed landing on top of me where I quickly roll us so I can be on top. "King can I try something please, pretty please?"
"Try something?"
"Just something me and my friends have been talking about," With a slight feeling on panic I nod. "Good." She says with a swift kiss.
She slides out from under me and rolls me on my back, carefully straddling my thighs, head lowered to kiss me lips, her hands wrapped out my wrists pulled them slowly downward until they are pressed between her thighs and mine. "Shhhh" she whispers and she begins moving her body, riding mine. My mind can't help but go to the place where Danica continually dominates my body and mind.
Usually after we're done I get dressed and head home for the night, but I guess I had a little to much to drink cause I fall into a fitful sleep right there next to Amy. She cuddles up to my side and smiles watching me sleep for the first time since we started dating.
She awoke a few hours later to find me tossing and turning in the bed next to her, whimpers occasionally escaping my lips. She tries to sooth me, hands touching me face, cooing soft words, all thing SHE would do when I was living through this pain the first time around. It didn't help it made it that much worse.
It took another minute or so for me to wake up. I shot up straight, not seeing her shocked face, scurried off the bed into my corner. Only it wasn't there, I wasn't in my room. In my panicked mind I found another corner and hid there.
Poor Amy couldn't possibly have known what was going on, as she tried to snap me out of it. Seeing me there curled up, crying, whimpering at the slightest touch. She did the only thing she could think of call Abby.
It was less then a 5-minute drive and both Abby and Zoe were there. Abby pulled me forward and put herself between me and the wall, her chest to me back, head laying on her shoulder, knowing she could protect me.
Zoe knowing from experience that calming down would take some time for me, pulls Amy out of the room.
Whispers that Danica's dead, that no one will hurt me again, calmed me some. My crying slowed, my breathing evened out but Abby knew from experience that she should stay for a while longer, or I would just go back into freak out mode. About half an hour later I'm ready and we go outside, Abby takes Zoe home, "she needs sleep if she's going to school tomorrow."
Sitting on the sofa, legs curled under me, I wait for Amy to start in on me. Demand answers. Instead she launches herself at me and hugs me tightly. Tears flow freely down her face as she reveals how scared she was. I sit stiffly in her arms, I want to hug her back but I'm not ready not yet.
"You always do that" she says.
"Do what?" I ask confused.
"Every time I touch you, you tense up, you relax after a minute or two but you always tense when I first touch you."
"I do." She stands up and begins pacing the living room.
"Yeah, you do. And how come you never initiate anything, you don't want me do you, you just don't want to tell me right?"
"No, no nothing like that. Please you have to believe me. I do want you. Trust me I want you."
"Then why don't you act on it, why don't you come over here and kiss me right now, better yet why don't you carry me to the bedroom throw me down and have your way with me."
"You can't me serious."
"Wanna bet. Come on. DO IT"
I can feel my hands start to shake; I can remember every single punishment Danica ever gave me for doing those types of things, for doing anything without permission.
I can feel my eyes tearing up again, "I can't. You don't know what you're asking."
"Then tell me, tell me why you can't do it." She kneels down on the floor and places her hands squarely on my knees, looking me pleadingly in the eyes.
"I had a girlfriend before you, god if I can even call her a girlfriend, She um she liked to be in control, specifically in control of me. She didn't like when I did anything without her permission, if I did, I went up and kissed her, she'd punish me. She trained me. Trained me to do what I was told, when I was told. I've tried to break it, but I can't."
"How long were you with her?"
"Five years." My head bows even as I answer I can't look at her anymore.
With an air of disbelief in her voice she asks "You like being control?"
"What, no I hated it."
"Then why did you stay for so long?"
"It really wasn't a choice, trust me here I hated her from the first day, and she was well aware of it. She was the kind of girl who gets what she wants and she wanted me."
"You could of left, walked right out the door, she couldn't have trained you to obey her that quickly."
"She didn't have to, not when the door locked from the outside, not when you spent most of your days chained up or on a leash. This wasn't a girl I ever had a choice with, she took me, from my life, from my family, and kept me as her fucking pet for 5 years. If it wasn't for Abby I probably never would of gotten out."
"That nightmare, you were dreaming about her, about what she did to you? Oh god I reminded you on her tonight didn't I?"
"Yeah," she reaches her hands up slowly and caresses my cheeks, lifting my head.
"Look at me ok, look at me, there you go, I promise never again, you just say the word and we stop whatever we're doing. You're mine now, and no one is gonna hurt you like that again. Ever."
"Great now I have two Abby's." Chucking we both realizes some of the pent up tension.