Just something random I wrote ages ago, I thought it suited so I decided to post it. Basically, She's forgotten everything. He needs her to remember. How will it work out?
ONESHOT ONLY
I don't own characters or anything. I only own this story.
Are you going to hurt me?
Why should I?
Because that's how the story is supposed to go.
Is it?
Yes.
Who told you that?
I don't know. It just seems right.
Do you want me to hurt you?
No.
Then why argue about it?
I don't know. This doesn't feel right.
Like something's missing?
Yes
Like what?
I don't know. It's like it doesn't want to be remembered.
Try.
I am. It keeps evading me.
Try harder.
Why? Why is it so important?
Do you know where we are? Who you are?
...No.
That's why. You have to remember before I lose control.
What do you mean?
I can't tell you.
Why not?
There are rules...
Break them.
It's not that simple.
Why not?
Because nothing concerning you is ever simple. Please try to remember.
I don't know how.
You have to. It's getting harder for me to keep control.
You're scaring me.
I know.
Stop it.
I can't. Not until you remember who you are. You must remember or I'll be forced to kill you.
What? Are you kidding me?
No. I'm not.
You're going to kill me just because I can't remember who I am?
Unless...
Unless what?
Do you trust me?
No.
You have to.
No I don't... What are you doing?
Trust me.
Why should I? You're going to kill me.
Trust me. It's the only way.
No! Get off me!
Stop Struggling. You're making it harder for me to keep control.
Well stop it! I don't even know you and you're practically raping me! Get off!
You do know me and it's not like we haven't done this before. Trust me.
N-no. S-stop it.
You want it. Your pulse is racing. I can hear your heart beating faster as I touch you.
I thought you were going to kill me?
So did I.
What's changed?
Everything. Stop moving.
Or what?
Or I'm going to lose control.
You keep saying that! What does it even mean?
Do you really want to know?
Yes?
Do you want me to hurt you?
If you'll explain yourself then... yes.
You're going to regret this.
Probably.
...
...
You're blood tastes so sweet.
And that's it. There isn't anymore. Tell me what you think please?