Trust me
A/N: Hello all! This here is just a short preview of a story I'm thinking about doing for this couple. I was recently inspired by a very good writer, TechnoGecko1826, who is a very good writer and is very good at portraying these two. That's just my opinion. Sorry if there's any mistakes but its 1 am here and I just wanted to post this right away. The rating may change later on. Anyways, I'd like some feedback on whether or not I should bother to continue it. The song inspired was 'Trust Me' sung by Mark Senter. Check it out!
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Diclaimer: I do NOT own Resident Evil or its characters. Nor do I own the 'Trust Me' from The Devil's Carnival.
Helena smiled as she and Leon walked hand in hand, seemingly happy. She was madly and deeply in love with the blond and couldn't think of a better way to past the time. The scenery suddenly changed to that of a dark and sinister setting. Helena found herself alone with a single spotlight shining down on her, complete and utter darkness surrounding her.
Helena hugged herself and looked around. "Leon? Hello?" She gasped as a sudden noise sounded behind her and whipped around. Leon stood a few feet behind her, dressed entirely in black with his face free of emotion. Helena let out a sigh of relief. "Leon." Her smile faded as he slowly approached her. "Leon? What's wrong?"
Leon said nothing as he took hold of her throat and pressed her up against a wall that seemed to have appeared from nowhere. "You're a tough little tadpole to love" he said, his voice smooth. Helena blinked, "What?" Leon pressed himself up against her, "Naughty lilies and lures. Oh, I was knocked to the floor." Helena squirmed a bit under him, "Stop."
Leon gave a sly smile and dragged his tongue down her cheek, "Never tasted as sweet a poison as you have. You're an urge that can never be cured." Helena groaned in slight disgust, "Leon, stop." She gasped as he pulled out a large knife and held it up against her throat, "You're a bad little love and you're mine."
Helena's voice quivered, "Leon, please stop." His smile changed to a smirk as he slowly dragged the knife across her throat, careful of cutting her. "So trust me, trust me, darling dear. I'm so sincere. There's no need to tear. Trust me, trust me, honey do…" he leaned in close to her ear and whispered, "Just like I trust you."
Helena grew more and more frightened. She grunted as she was pushed down to the hard concrete floor. Leon circled her, almost dancing. "Babe, you're a hard game to catch." He placed himself behind her and touched her roughly. "You fight and refuse." He forced her up on her knees. "Oh, you're a wild little brute." He dragged his tongue down her neck making her shudder, "Never tasted as sweet a poison as you have."
Helena struggled and whimpered as he forced her back down. "You know you never can hide." He moved and placed himself a top of her. "You're a bad little love and you're mine." He slid his hand up the short dress she had failed to notice herself wearing. "So trust me, trust me, darling dear." His hand rested on the small of her inner thigh. "I'm so sincere. There's no need to tear. Trust me; trust me, darling do…" he leaned in close once again, "Just like I trust you."
Helena whimpered more as Leon pressed the knife to her throat once again. "So don't cry, crybaby. All dressed in green. How many kisses do you need? One for your tummy." He moved his head down and placed a kiss on her stomach. "One for your cheek." He placed a kiss on her cheek. "One for the devil inside…" he placed his lips on hers, kissing her roughly. Helena groaned then gasped, her eyes widening in pain as he felt his knife slowly pierce her stomach. "Of me…" Leon's smirk was the last thing she saw before slipping into the darkness.
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