BB smirked as he heard the small girl follow after him. He turned sharply and continued to the left, walking back the way they had come.
"What's your name?" he asked. BB already knew her name of course; he saw it above her head every time he looked at her. He was curious to see if she would answer him truthfully or not.
"S-silver Hamilton," she stuttered. BB's smirked grow larger. She was scared of him. That was good. That was very good.
"I am Beyond Birthday, but please, call me B," he purred back at her.
I almost stopped walking when I realised where we were going. Why were we going back there?
"W-why are we going back?" I asked weakly. Dammit, I was stuttering. But could you blame me? I mean, come on, this guy was freaking, well, freaky.
I saw him glance over his shoulder at me, his red eyes glinting ominously in the moonlight.
"Because," he said. "I really doubt we could walk down the street to where my car is parked with you looking like that."
Oh, right. I'd forgotten about the blood all over my hands, on my face, in my hair and all over my clothing.
When we reached the fence, I watched as B quickly and gracefully jumped the fence.
Okay, he's over there, I'm over here. I could get away!
"Tell me this Silver, where would you go?" B asked. It was like he had read my mind, and quite frankly, I wouldn't put it past him. "I'm offering you a home and, in time, possibly even a career."
I shuddered. A career, oh god he couldn't mean.
Stop, I demanded myself, don't think about that. B had a point though, I had nowhere to go, no one to run to and beg for help. He was my best bet.
Shakily, I clutched on to the top of the fence and easily hoisted myself up. I hurled one leg up over the fence and then, fell. I fell arse over head down onto the ground.
"Ow," I groaned and looked up. B looked down at my with one eyebrow raised and his head cocked to the side.
"That didn't happen the first time," he pointed out.
"I know," I moaned, picking myself up and brushing the dirt off my jeans and off my bloodied hands. B turned and headed for the back door, me following slowly behind.
When we walked through the door B immediately headed for the kitchen. I watched as he started rummaging through the fridge.
"Got any strawberry jam?" he asked, continuing his rummaging. From where I stood, it looked like he had the entire upper half of his body stuffed in.
"It's just behind the milk," I said, kind of confused. The milk was right in plain view, really how could he have missed it?
"Yes but that jar is empty, do you have a full one?" he replied.
"No sorry," I replied. Dammit! He ate all the strawberry jam! Okay, I wasn't really that phased when it came to jam but I knew it tasted good on cheese. How do I know that? Well it had been a long and boring day and I wanted at least one interesting thing to happen that day.
"Come on," B said, looking terribly annoyed. He grabbed my arm and pulled me up the stairs and to my bathroom. I wondered idly how he knew where it was.
B closed the door and turned back to me. I stood there awkwardly. Did he really expect me to wash up in front of him? I mean if it were just my face and hands that would be okay I guess, but a great deal of blood had ran down my chest - which meant I would have to take my top off to get all the blood off my skin.
I saw B grin maliciously as he pulled out his knife. God, so this was his plan? Lurer me back into the house and kill me here. Great, just fantastic.
I took a step back as he took a step toward me. I continued to steps back until the back of my knees hit the edge of the bathtub. Oh fuck.
B threw his head back and laughed, it was a dark laugh, cruel, terrible and as incredibly dangerously captivating as his eyes.
B's hand came down and pushed me so I was sitting on the edge of the bath. B then proceeded to lift the knife to my stomach. I was shaking uncontrollably; tears were welling in my eyes as I looked up at him. He was still laughing, only now he was looking at me.
I closed my eyes as he raised the knife to the exposed half of my chest. So this was it then? Well I suppose, I had a god run. I remembered sneaking out with my friends, Amber and Bethany at night, we'd go door knocking and sometimes, depending on what was going on through our small minds, we'd go to their house when their parents were out and break into the cabinet that contained various wines, whiskey and vodka and drink until we passed out. I remembered when they moved to the other side of the country, we promised we'd stay in touch and write to each other, but we never did. Then I remembered Sorcha, dear, sweet Sorcha. She had come here for a holiday a couple of years ago. I had been walking down the street when I collided with someone. I looked over and there she was. Sorcha was always reading and in the short amount of time we spent together we quickly became best friends, almost like sisters. But she had to go back home and just like with Beth and Amber we quickly lost contact.
Lastly, however, I remembered my mother. I remembered she was beautiful. She had dark raven hair, like mine and sapphire blue eyes. Every time I looked at my eyes in the mirror I saw her. The thing I liked best though was when everything was fine, before she had died and before my father got hooked on drugs, when my life was happy.
I heard B laugh once more before I felt a whoosh of air. I didn't, however expect to hear the sound of fabric ripping or feel the sudden cool air envelope my torso.
"Huh?" I asked. I looked up to see B place the knife on the bench. I then looked down.
Fuck. Well B didn't kill me, which was good. But he had used the knife to rip open the front of my shirt. I felt my face turn as red as a beetroot. So, did this mean he was going to rape me?
I whimpered as he leaned down. B nestled his head in the crook of my neck and leaned his body down, his arm stretched out behind me. I heard the sound of the tap squeaking and then the rush of running water from behind me made me jump slightly.
What's he gonna do, drown me?
I felt B move his head ever so slightly to the base of my neck. I felt something hot and wet run across my collar bone. B began to slowly lap up the blood that covered my neck and collar bone, adding little bites here and there as he went. I had never felt anything like it; I had to bite my lip to keep back a moan.
B moved his head up so he was looking me in the eye. He was smirking. B moved forward sticking his tongue out and lightly licking the corner of my mouth. I whimpered. He chuckled and began licking my cheek and neck. I couldn't hold back a moan as he bit down, his hand coming up and resting on the side of my neck.
I heard the water turn off and B's hand came up, resting on my cleavage. I moaned when I felt the hand resting on my breast slowly start to rub circles into the sensitive flesh.
"Grrr," B growled the vibrations from his lips running along my neck, making me moan yet again.
I felt B's hands move from my neck and chest to my legs. B chuckled as his hands moved to the front of my jeans, slowly beginning to undo them. My breath came in short, quick gasps. Quicker then I would have thought possible, B slid my jeans fully of my legs, I heard him growl again as he picked me up of the edge of the bath and gentle placing me into the warm water.
B went to the sink and grabbed a bar of soap before sitting in the spot I had previously occupied. He began to rub the soap up and down my torso, lingering ever so slightly on the thin fabric of my bra. B leaned down; he had a look so intense on his face I had to look away. So it was needless to say it took me by complete surprise when his lips came crashing down onto mine.
I gasped, my eyes were wide as he dropped the bar of soap and roughly pulled me up by the waist. I heard him groan as I started to timidly kiss back. I gasped when I felt his fingers press against the thin material of my knickers. B took that chance to slide his tongue into my mouth, his other hand entangling itself in my wet hair, pulling me closer to him.
I moaned when I felt his hand start to rub my clit through the thin material. Oh god. I'd never felt something so incredibly, wonderful. B broke away from the kiss, only to start kissing and biting my neck. I brought my arms up and wrapped them around his back, trying to hold myself up out of the water, my fingers gripping at his shirt, my head thrown back in pure bliss.
And as soon as it started, it stopped. B pulled back, disentangling himself from my grasp. I slipped back into the water, panting heavily. B stood and stared impassively at me.
"Finish washing up and get ready to leave, you want need clothes, we'll stop at a shop tomorrow and get some new things," and with that, B turned to leave.
Mello: Uhm, intense much.
Me: Yeah, I honestly can't believe I just wrote that.
*Door knocks loudly*
Me and Mello: *jumps about twenty feet into the air*
*Door opens*
Ambie-lee-smiley-chanX3: Hi all!
Me: Oh give me a heart attack that's fine *sarcasm*
Ambie-lee-smiley-chanX3: Sorry I'm here to see BB
Me: I'll go get him, Mello do the disclaimer! *walks off*
Mello: *sigh* she doesn't own anything
BB: Yes Amber?
Ambie-lee-smiley-chan: Do you have my big kitchen Knives, I kinda need them back.
BB: I'll go get them *walks off*
Me: Well remember to review and tell me what you think!