"Thriller" - my "Village" Songfic
Disclaimer: Thanks for taking the time to read my writing! I do not own the characters, song lyrics or anything else contained in this text, as I'm sure you will have already guessed. Please enjoy!
Basically, what I've done is taken some of the lyrics of "Thriller" by Michael Jackson and written a personal account of the "Close the door!" scene around them. Not that original, I know, but it's what I love to do and am best at!
(Song lyrics are in italics, and my writing is in bold)
The Songfic
It's close to midnight, and something evil's lurking in the dark.
Under the moonlight, you see a scene that almost stops your heart.
You try to scream, but terror takes the sound before you make it.
You start to freeze, as terror looks you right between the eyes,
You're paralysed
In the distance, the warning bell begins to sound. Shouts of panic fill the air as rapid footsteps pound the earth beneath the feet of parents frantically gathering their children. I hear the banging of window shutters, the slamming of doors, the last calls to safety, the locks sliding across doors.
I turn to Kitty, and drop the babe I hold into her arms, before she sweeps across the room to the trapdoor in the floorboards.
"Quickly children! Climb down into the basement! Make haste!"
"Ivy! They're c-c-coming!" squeals Noah, as he tugs at my hand, his voice quivering with excitement.
"Hush, Noah! Follow the children, quickly," I say, as I push him towards Kitty's periwinkle blue shadow.
Noah and Kitty descend into the basement to settle the children, but I walk slowly to the front door.
"Ivy, close the door!" Kitty cries. "Please, Ivy!"
But I won't.
He's coming for me, I know it. He will come to make sure I am safe.
"Ivy!" whispers Kitty, "Lucius is safe inside! Please close the door!"
I turn to face the porch, my body shaking with fear. I do not know what courage holds me, but the thought of him coming back for me. He must. I know he will.
Trembling, my eyes filling with tears, I stretch out my hand, my eyes blinded by terror. I see nothing, but I can hear much with precision. To my right, I hear heavy breathing. Sharp talons scrape the walls of the house, footsteps plodding clumsily over the earth.
And I know it draws ever closer.
I want to scream, but terror steals it from mouth. Fear floods my veins, freezes my blood, and yet I cannot run. I will not run. I will wait for him.
'Cause this is Thriller, Thriller night,
And no-one's gonna save you from the beast about to strike.
You know it's Thriller, Thriller night,
You're fighting for your life inside a
Killer Thriller tonight.
I sense the creature inching closer. My breath quickens, my arm trembles, my tears spill over. Through the darkness I spy a dim, scarlet light, emerging from the shadows.
The rattling gasps grow harsher, louder as the creature edges nearer, claws outstretched. I utter a whimper, my breath in short, sharp gasps. Suddenly, my cold hands are met by the warmth of his and he swings me around and slams the door shut.
He leads me hastily to the trapdoor. He heaves it open and guides me down the steps before climbing down and pulling the trap shut.
As we sit in the darkness, side by side, my hand rests in his still, though he is not aware of it.
I once told him that "Sometimes we don't do the things we want to because we are afraid that others will know we want to do them." I have known he loves me ever since the day he stopped touching me. He used to hold my hand and walk me to school when I was a girl. One day he suddenly stopped, and was afraid to touch me again. Oh, how much I missed his touch and guidance. Nothing gives me a bigger thrill than to feel his warm flesh against my own.
Now I know he is no longer afraid.