Disclaimer: I don't own anything- Cradle of Filth lyrics or Erik (sadly). I only own Rhapsody pats her on the head. So... here we go-
A Prayer for Your Loneliness
Prologue
Church bells chimed, sad and distant in the background. To tell the truth, Rhapsody hardly noticed them, head bowed against the rain. Drenched in water, her black hair made her look more desolate than she truly was. Hand clasped behind her back, she paced back and forth, back and forth in front of her father's tomb stone.
"Where did you go?" she asked, staring at the fading name engraved on it. Vines were growing on the stone but Rhapsody doubted they'd last long. The land was nastily bogged down and it seemed like if it got any worse she would slip completely into the grave itself, notebook and all. In an attempt to lighten her mood, she knelt in front of the grave, looking at it in mock seriousness. "This isn't funny, you know. You ought to talk to me again. I know I heard you" Or she thought she had at least. The day after he passed away, Rhapsody had been plagued by whispers in her half-sleep. Perhaps I'm going mad, she thought to herself and finally, laid the rose down. "Whatever" she murmured "Good luck". Never one to cry she turned away, and stalked back down the street to her home.
The walk back was, as usual, a dismal one. Christmas Eve was never quite what she thought it should be or rather, what the media had brainwashed society into thinking that it should be. Snow was more like sleet this year and as for presents… What presents? The thought behind them was always good but somehow she found it easier to treasure the simpler things. Precious stones and metal were so cold. Rhapsody turned down the alleyway- a short cut to the bus stop. Somehow, walking the mile home in this cold didn't appeal. Here, it was cold and damp, less icy that outside but still uncomfortable. In fact, she could barely see. Raising her hand to the level of her eyes, trying to persuade herself that she hadn't gone blind, Rhapsody let out a gasp. She was entangled within what common sense told her must me rope…only…it seemed far wetter and vaguely gooey, like a spider's web. Finding that she could no longer move her limbs properly she opened her mouth to cry for help but closed it quickly, the feeling of a gloved hand over it making her jump. "Hold still and you won't be hurt" promised a voice in her ear. What? Rhapsody tried, in vain, to turn to see who was speaking. An American accent that was all she could pick up as after a sharp pain in her arm she began to slip away.
A few hours passed and Rhapsody's eyelids began to flicker slowly open. Her surrounding, she noticed were still damp and dark. Perhaps she was still in that goddamn alleyway? She shuddered dreading to think what might have happened to her and, painfully got to her feet.
The alleyway hadn't been so dark had it? She glanced about. In the distance points of light flickered but other than that she could see nothing. What time was it? Her watch was still at her wrist, thankfully. Rhapsody sought out the small button and pressed it. Green light illuminated the small space around her wrist, the numbers in the middle reading a neat 19:30. It shouldn't have been this dark, she knew and felt the fear sink in as the light faded back into darkness once more. Something squelched beneath her foot and screeched as it died. Rhapsody shuddered and pulled her foot from it, disgusted at the stickiness of it. Suddenly, she stiffened.
"Tell me child, how was it that you managed to make it all the way down here by yourself?" a voice, cold and magnificent was whispering to her, just by her left ear.
So...was that okay?? Just tell me if I've done anything horribly wrong and I'll work on it, okay?