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Rated M for sex scenes and/or gore scenes in later chapters to come.
For now, I rate this chapter T for bloody descriptions.
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Chapter Name: Haunted Memories
. . . Seveneth July, 1869
12.00.00 a.m
Blood, on the curtains, floor, and he was sure it had to be on the matress where he and his elder sister had spent their childhood sleeping together when nightmares had plagued the younger, John Watson, this being one of those many night.
It had been only minutes ago, John had been rolling around on his mattress, his elder sister (of currently twelve), resting in a bed beside him. There was a soft comforting chuckle, and he didn't turn when he heard the soft patting of footsteps that he knew were only slightly louder then his.
"I saw you wake up earlier, can't go back to sleep?. . ." his sister's voice was soft, and it reminded him of his mother.
There was the rustling of the covers, as he turned on his side, to glance up at his sister, getting under the covers with him.
He sighed softly, his blonde hair clinging to his forehead a little because of the small amount of sweat that had gathered.
"Mm, I always try to. . . but I just can't get the pictures out of my head," he nuzzled the covers a little, but then he moved out from under them and crawled until the ends of his small legs touched the ground with a soft patter.
He heard rustling, and glanced to see his sister sitting up, "Getting the book?" She asked, a slight grin on her face.
John scoffed softly, but moved over to his sister's bed, and leaned under it and searched for the book that his sister had read to him every time he had trouble sleeping, "Don't tease me, Harry, you know you like reading.."
He reached and reached, his hand patting around on dust that mum would say she didn't have time to clean, being to busy yelling with pa' to clean it up, and leaving marks on him and his sister. . He shook his head.
He soon felt his hand run across the rough cover of the book, and he reached out for it, finding himself all the way underneath the mattress. John grabbed it and held it up to his chest, smiling gently, sleep already coming to him at the thought of his sister's soothing voice reading it to him.
He soon found himself pausing, he hadn't heard a snarky remark from his sister, which was weird, he wondered if the elder had fallen asleep.
John felt a odd feeling in his chest, when he saw a red liquid splatter on the floor soundlessly, and he felt his body tense. He didn't move, and he also felt like he wasn't breathing, he couldn't hear. . . anything.
He wondered what had happened to him, when he saw more red. It landed on his and Harry's curtains, the red seeping into the white and staining it.
He saw blood run down his sister's leg, and saw her leg twitching, but he didn't move. Everything was moving slowly, he moved his smaller head to glance at the reflection in the window, and he saw a monster. Eyes that were glowing red and seemed to be hypnotizing, he could see his sister, but he didn't look long. He only saw that she was stained red like everything else. His eyes had been captured by the monster's, and the monster gaze was looking back at him.
The monster moved his mouth to his sister's neck, and John closed his eyes. When he opened them he saw the monster actually licking at marks on his elder sister's neck, the marks gone like they had came.
The monster released his sister, and then he moved like he was in water, slowly, the sound coming back to the young boys ears. He realized that there was a dripping noise, and he was breathing heavily, and sobbing.
The monster moved toward him, and he saw that the water like motion was no longer taking him over. He saw the monster raise a clawed finger and drag it across his face, and he twitched, realizing that he was crying. The monster left a swipe of blood, and a giggle of laughter escaped as he licked the tear and some of the blood off the perpatrating finger. John could feel the feeling in his chest get worse, and his breathing started to get heavier.
The monster stood, and then he started to move toward the window, "See you in your nightmares, Dearie. . . Oh, and Happy Birthday. ."
John could not move as he heard the window open and close hearing the sound of the monster climbing out. It took him about ten more seconds, before he felt his body crawling across the blood stained floor with the little strength he had to his motionless sister. He moved behind her, feeling his breathing getting worse, as he lifted her head into his lap.
He started to rock back in forth blood staining his own clothes as his sister's head lolled to the side slowly, the book reading 'Jack and Jill and Other Tales' starting to soak with blood where he had left it.
He felt a scream erupt from his chest, but the silence had returned to him, and he ran a shaky hand through Harry's hair, feeling the rough movement of footsteps up the staircase.
He could see his mother and father moving through the door, and felt the movement of knees falling to the ground, as he glanced up and saw his father moving to his mother who had fallen, but then moved quickly out of the house to get a doctor that wouldn't help his poor sissy.
He kept rocking, when he felt the odd feeling in his chest growing more when his mother move close through glazed, tear falling, eyes. He felt another scream escape, how dare she try and touch her, when all she had done was cause her pain all the life she had been able to live.
He saw his mother move away, and soon he realized the feeling in his chest was the growing feeling of his heart breaking.
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~So, if you read this previously you may have noticed there was a snipbit of a scene, I took that out. I plan to rewrite it and put it at the beginning of the next chapter. Sorry for that! The next chapter another character is introduced, don't want to say too much.~
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