Dolly of the Night

VOCALOID – 02

By: Chi~

Disclaimer: Own what, this? I own some candy. That's all I guess. You sicken me for making me tell you this. Go get FATTER! I HATE YOU! X3

A/N: My church and mom don't believe in Halloween and I can really relate to that – but it's not like I'm doing any of the crazy, dark crap everyone else is doing! So, feh! Here's a lil' oneshot. It's a little creepy and what not – rated M for a reason – but it's still going to make you squeal, you crazy fangirls.

Yes, Crime/Romance is a odd combination. But Chi knows how to pull it off, yea' know? ;D

Enjoy~!

[Imouto: You probably know what this came from XD]

Read in ½ or I won't throw sugar cookies with ghosties on them! XD

Dolly of the Night

Kagamine Rin had to finally admit to herself that she was sick in the mind.

If anyone knew of this epiphany she had with herself, she knew that if she explain it then the person would only look at her as if she had grown a third head or an extra limb. They would think she had lost her mind and needed – desperately – to be checked into a psych ward or something of the sort.

And maybe she did; she didn't see any reason why to deny that fact now.

Because, she felt his eyes on her again. For the countless time, his eyes were on her…

And she absolutely loved it.

She had to admit, at first, when she had felt his piercing gaze on her back and caressing the rest of her very being, she had felt uncomfortable. Frightened, even. After all, feeling someone staring at you in the shadows as you walked home – way past dark because you had nothing else to do would freak anyone out. She had even feared for her life, because until she got to her apartment building, his gaze never left her form.

Not even once.

That had only been at least three months ago. And it had escalated.

After a few times of the same thing – she was stubborn and really did like her walks after sunset – she wasn't sure if it was true – that he was still watching her – or if it was paranoia from that one time. But she could feel his eyes almost anywhere – whenever she was outside. Walking to and from school. Hanging out with friends. Anything. This mysterious man's gaze seemed to follow her everywhere.

Even then, after all that, she still wasn't sure if it was true. She was almost positive it was probably her paranoia after a while too.

However, one morning, as she was about to leave for school, she found an orange on her window seal.

The man had opened her window (for some strange reason – she questioned herself why many of times but never did anything about it – her window was always open) as she had been off doing her usual morning routine, set the orange on her window seal, and left the same way as he had came – the fire escape.

Of course, she didn't report this to her mother. She didn't tell anyone. She didn't jump out of her skin or throw the orange away.

In fact, she ate it. And it was one of the best oranges she'd ever had.

If she had told this little anecdote, the listener would ask just how she knew it was a man who was stalking her.

Well, her explanation would only be that she saw him one night.

How it had happened really did make her jump out of her skin, this time. Though, for some reason, she hadn't called the police. She hadn't done anything.

What had happened was: one night, weeks after she first felt those eyes on her, she had went over to her window, fresh out of her shower, just to close the curtains (why her curtains were open, she'd never really remember). She looked up as she began to close them and stopped cold as she looked out the window, meeting the gaze of the deepest deep blue she'd ever seen. A square jaw and high chin. Slight goatee and somewhat soft masculine features along with a full head of straight, thick, bright blonde hair.

And she couldn't move. Not even an inch. His gaze pieced through her just as it did the first night she'd felt those very dark blue eyes on her.

He didn't stick around after that; it was as if he was spooked and wanted to hide after she'd seen him.

She should've been scared. Immensely afraid. Pale and shaking and rushing for the phone to call the police. But she didn't.

Instead, she had felt something of a forlorn emotion after she had blinked and realized he was gone. She didn't know if she had a chemical imbalance that made her this way – so…different and attracted to things that creeped her out and would definitely hurt her. She didn't even know if she was human after that.

But she did know it was a man. A very handsome man who was probably crazy and a perverted pedophile who must've seen her one night and became obsessed. Perhaps someone who just had a thing for fifteen year olds who were definitely destined to be a loli for the rest of their lives.

Whichever it was, she wouldn't really find out. All she knew…was that she liked his eyes on her. She didn't mind it. She thirsted for it. She found a pleasure in it. She wanted him to keep looking at her, all the time. To her, it was as if he was worshiping her and she actually felt like she meant something.

And so, slowly, as the days went by and his eyes stayed on her, she found herself wondering about this man more. There was no more fear for him, not anymore. Instead, she wanted to learn more – to know him. But there was no way to get in contact with him. He was always in the shadows and out of sight and she was sure she wouldn't have another chance to catch a vivid grimace of him like she had before.

Sure, he was probably screwed up in the head. A pedophile. Most likely a rapist.

Then again, that just didn't seem to stop her. Or scare her, not anymore.

Not. One. Bit.

She could feel it in the night. Something would happen. She could feel it in her core; felt it work out through her limbs and warm up her blood. Her palms were a little clammy, and as she walked towards her apartment building in the cool night air, clad in only a summer dress that went down to her lower thigh, she felt a certain anticipation for something. She didn't know what.

But she knew it would probably change her life forever.

And his gaze was still on her.

Watching her.

Every move she made.

It was intense tonight; that was probably the reason why she had this weird feeling. She could tell more than anything tonight, for his deep blue eyes never stopped tracing and watching her body.

Yes. Something would happen that night. She had a feeling that she would have no choice but to accept it – whatever it was – and she decided that she wouldn't give a fight.

She had found this strange, of course, because she had a resolve that was hard. But this time…

She didn't give a damn.

And so, she kept walking home – right down the street. She unlocked the gate, traveled up the many flights up stairs until she was on the seventh floor of the building, unlocked the door to apartment 777, and went inside. His gaze was gone, and she had to admit that she felt a little lonely now. Her mother wouldn't be home for a few more hours.

Besides the fact that his eyes were gone, the next thought in her head was…that she really ought to take a shower. She didn't smell so bad, really. But she felt dirty from being out in that cool air and still feeling clammy. That really wasn't a good combination, she thought. It really wasn't.

So, she started off to her room to set down her keys on her dresser. She went to her drawer, pulled out some clean undergarments and turned on her lamp. She peeked over to her window, of course, with the curtains open. Yes, she was always asking for trouble with this man, but surely, even though she was anticipating something, nothing would change, would it?

She turned from it and went out of her room and down the hall to her bathroom, shaking her head all the while. Nothing would happen tonight. There was no way. She was crazy after all. Someone who had a sick pleasure from a stalker's gaze. What could she possibly know?

She scoffed to herself, turning on the light and immediately going over to the shower stall. She was insane. Hoping that this stalker would get closer to her. She might as well be setting up her noose over a stool.

Crazy, she snorted in her head as the water tumbled down from the shower head after she turned the hot and cold water knobs. She pulled the curtain and clutched at the hem of her dress, only to pull it over her head and discard it on the floor along with her undergarments.

Just forget about it, she thought, pulling the curtain back enough to her to step under the soothing water. She began to wash her dark hopes away. He's not going to do anything to you tonight, you sick – twisted girl. Let it go.

She sighed as she let the water trickle down her body, losing her hopes with it. She dipped back her head, sighed softly again as it ran down her neck and her front. It felt nice and her mind was slowly becoming nothing but mush. She was fine with this…but her imagination still ran through her.

Sick fantasies where she'd find herself flushing and feeling tight from. Sick fantasies where he would touch her. Squeeze her until she couldn't breathe. Twist her into different positions and even pound her until there was nothing left and she couldn't even think anymore. Sick, twisted, hot and erotic fantasies that really did make her wonder if her sanity was even existent anymore.

Because in all honesty – she secretly wanted this stalker to fuck her. After all, his intent gaze made her feel strangely flattered and pleasing to someone. He obviously seemed to like what he saw. That mattered to her. It called out to her. No longer scared her. Especially when she could feel his gaze caressing every bit of her throughout the day and especially at night. It truly made her willing enough to where she would find herself determining that she would definitely spread her legs for him – if he ever asked her to.

She might as well call herself a damned whore. But she found that she couldn't help it. Her face would burn as well as her body the more she thought about these fantasies. She couldn't help that. Not at all. She didn't think she could control it as much as he could either – with whatever he found so appealing about her.

She breathed out low as she slowly ran her hands down from slicking back her short, wet flaxen hair to her collarbone, chest, stomach…navel…hips…between her –

And suddenly, very gently, she felt fingertip on her sides. And they were not her own; she'd know. So she jumped a little and gasped. But she didn't scream. She couldn't even really find her voice.

Those fingertips turned into hands and they grasped at her small hips in their larger palms. She could feel the roughness on these hands.

Hands of a man.

Her eyes fluttered open, widening as her breathing began to speed up. She felt a firm, hard form press against her back.

Body of a man.

She felt lips on her hair. A deep sigh with the voice of a smooth, equally dark voice. She shivered, hard as her cheek immediately painted her face.

No…

It can't be…

But it was.

She quickly turned to him and breathed out in one, soft hush over the never-ending ruckus of the shower-head, "D-D…" She looked up to him, heart jumping and accelerating against her chest as she slowly ran her eyes from his handsome face (just as she had remembered it)and down his body…which was just as she had imagined.

God-like.

"…Don't hurt me…" she breathed out the rest.

And he only smirked…all before he did exactly what she wouldn't ever object to. Not in a million years, as twisted as that sounded.

He pushed her to the wall and held her up as she hastily set her hands on his shoulders and provided herself at least some leverage. He didn't even need to tell her to spread her legs this time, she did it immediately – eagerly. This was what she was anticipating. This was what she wanted from the man who worshiped her in the night.

"This will hurt you," he said. And she only wrapped her arms around his neck as he held her legs wider and flirted with her – rubbing her a little and making her shudder so hard, she whimpered.

"A-At least I'm…willing…" she bit out, squeezing her eyes shut as he gripped her hips then and rubbed her against him and made both of them gasp.

"Strange…" he murmured lowly, voice definitely thick with lust. "Very strange…"

She wrapped her legs loosely around his toned waist and dug her heels into his strong back. She pressed her chest to his and whispered impatiently – blind by the anticipation she felt from this opportunity. "D-do it…"

She didn't have to tell him twice, of course. And it did hurt. It almost made her scream. He hadn't prepped her, as she had read in some erotic stories once. He hadn't done anything. She was in intense pain. But it didn't matter. Through the pain, it had pleased her when he gasped as their hips connected and he was all the way inside, filling her up and making her whole. That meant he liked it very much. She wanted him to be happy now more than anything with her.

After all, he wasn't far away in the shadows anymore. He was right in front of her; inside of her. He was everything to her now.

And the pain began to lessen after a while and a few small movements of his hips. The sharp pain almost went away after he decided to get her off the wall and onto the floor. That was when she gasped and breathlessly cried out; the pleasure had struck through her like a lightning bolt.

"A-Ahh," she whimpered, running her hands up into his soft hair then. He moaned softly, breathlessly as she had a moment before. And then he pushed her back, hard onto the tile and suddenly slipped out, making her sharply breath out and look up at him as if he'd betrayed her.

His deep blue depths only softened as he turned her onto her side and almost roughly plunged into her again, making her squeal. And she knew; he wouldn't stop now. Not for anything.

She bit her teeth into her lip as she quickly grasped at the shower curtain, right when he leaned over and down to her, hooking the back of her leg into the bend of his elbow and –

"Ah-AHHH," she cried immediately as he thrust mercilessly into her at an already hard and quick pace. It stretched her more and found it hard to breathe as her whole body couldn't help but immediately tremble from harsh, impatient lust he poured out through his actions. It was quite obvious that she wasn't the only one who had this sick desire.

She wanted to be his doll and he wanted to use her as one. Body and all. Everything.

Her face burned harder as her fingers tightened and she lost her voice; her air; her mind. All she could do was gasp and let him do as he wanted as she clenched her toes. There was still pain, but pleasure made her blind to it. She wanted to scream and tell him to never stop. She wanted him to squeeze her and take her even harder than he was then. She wanted to yell 'yes' over and over.

But she couldn't. He didn't know. But he made it more precious.

"You're so beautiful," he breathlessly murmured once in a while, deep in her ear and she had gotten a glimpse of his handsome face, saw that there was an adorable blush over his cheeks and the bridge of his nose and she found herself smiling as he continued to take her. He was beautiful himself and she wished she could say it.

He smiled back and only held her leg up a bit more and somehow thrust deeper. And she couldn't think from there. Everything was slowly fading into white and she knew she was climbing higher and higher to something that she would never get enough of ever again.

Somehow, even though it was faint to her, she had found her voice again and she urgently – breathlessly – cried out repeatedly – feeling herself tighten and tighten until –

"Nn-nnnnn," he groaned in her ear loudly as she convulsed around him and clenched – only to make him violently come to a stop in his pumping and lose himself within her, mixing their essences and forever tainting her walls with himself. And she loved it.

She loved it so much. But she was gone. Blind and in bliss. Her fantasy had come true and she just found that she couldn't move after something so wonderful as that. She didn't know this man, not at all. He was as sick as she was; her stalker. But she had no regrets.

None at all.

"Mm," he sighed after they rode it out and she could hear and see again. Her hands slipped from the shower curtain and panted hard, flushed and so satisfied that her lips kept curling at the corners. He nuzzled her with his nose, affectionately against her cheek. "I love you…"

She didn't say anything back; she couldn't find her voice to. She didn't really have the heart to either. But he didn't seem to mind. He only nuzzled her again, panting against her ear and making her eyes close in content. She had gotten what she wanted and got more too. This man was sick…but so was she.

He left her after giving her a kiss that made her heart jump harder than it already had been against her chest and she found herself wishing that she really did have her voice.

Because she loved him too, in her own twisted way as much as he did.

And she lay there after she heard the door somewhat close over the still-running shower head and she found herself turning over on the tile. Her body still felt like rubber and she was sure she would be sore for the rest of the week. But that didn't matter. That didn't matter at all.

She knew she would have something of a similar encounter the next night, now that he finally felt bold enough to come in contact with her. And the next the night. And the next.

She could see it all lay out in front of her and her twisted mind didn't find anything wrong with it. She was all the more willing.

She was torn and battered; treated like a mere doll someone can manipulate with their every ability. And she didn't see error with it. She wanted it. She belonged to him. She was his doll. She loved him.

And he loved her.

He would never stop for she was his dolly of the night and nothing but.

And to think…

She began to laugh, laying there and letting the water run over her body and wash him off of her – which would only be temporary. Her hands found her face and she laughed into them, harder.

She didn't even know his name.

Heh.

Heheh.

I have a feeling God and I are going to have a long talk about this one. I don't even know what it is. But if you actually liked it, then YAY!

This is obviously out about an hour past Halloween. At least I tried.

…damn that was creepy.

Anyways, there yea' go. Tell me what you thought of it, you sick bastards. ;D If you read this and this corrupted your innocence, uhm…sorry? I didn't make the choice, did I? If you liked it…then INCREASE MY REVIEW COUNT! 8D Shame on you but whatever! I shouldn't even say anything.

On another note, UTLB is coming along fine. For those who love that story, expect it to be update within the next week or so. :D YEAH! So…I'm going to go to bed. I have a headache and Forrest Gump is killing me right now. Must. Sleep. So, until next time! Chi out.

UPDATE: I changed this to "In-Progress" o_o don't know what I'm going to do with it...but I have a lot of ideas, so...;D