Chapter Two, Wide Awake

Exhausted after giving birth, but infinitely happy to have left these dark hours of my life behind me, I was lying on the double bed in the bedroom - the twins safely accommodated in a room at the far end of the mansion, a nanny taking care of them day and night - when Evan bursted into the room, his ethereal face of unnatural beauty distorted into a painful expression, his eyes widened with regret, his forehead displaying worry lines relative to his personality.

He glared at me, almost manically, guilt and shame written on his celestial features. My knees weakened - despite being comfortably stretched out on a bed - and my legs began trembling. The sight of my gorgeous husband in such an agitated state was arousing me more than I thought it could. He might have betrayed me like a cheap manwhore, but just at that moment I wanted nothing more than to let my hands glide over his satin-like skin, to feel his manhood throbbing in time to the rhythm of my hands, to hear the animal grunts and pants he had always been uttering while I was pleasing him. My body was humming with euphoria. Inhaling sharply, I alluringly purred "I knew you would come back to me. I'm still angry, disenchanted, hurt, but I'll forgive you. Now join me in our marital bed"

His churning body relaxed a bit as he advanced on me like a timid schoolboy with a crush, a small, nervous laugh escaped his throat. He made a motion to rip off the black designer jacket that adorned his muscular upper body when suddenly he stopped cold, jaw tightened, fists clenched at his sides, shaking violently with lots of saliva coming out of his mouth. He seemed to have stopped breathing as well, as his face took on an unhealthy red color and his eyes curiously bugged out of his head. Gasping the words "I can't take it anymore!" he fell on the floor with a loud thud that stang in my heart like a bee sting on the lips.

"Wha-What's wrong-g, honey?" I stammered. He lay motionless on the floor. Only after a few minutes the significance of this hit me. "DOCTOR! DOCTOR! My husband!" I screamed hysterically. It took only a couple of seconds, but it felt like all eternity waiting for the doctor to enter. He briskly entered, stared at me and then at the limp body on the floor. He issued several commands I couldn't make out. Evan started to mouth something on the floor. His lips said "The kids... they did this to me. They did it. They used it. They-." Suddenly his lips stopped moving, as if he was in suspended animation mid-word.

I stared at the lifeless body of my spouse with my huge sapphire eyes, tears falling freely from them. I was flabberghasted, stupefied with horror, too aghast to form a coherent thought.
Trying to get a grip on what was happening, my glance fell onto the gilded mirror beside the nightstand and I recoiled from the face that was staring back at me. "That cannot be me," I proclaimed, "Those bloodshot eyes, those shaggy hair, those ugly wrinkles around my mouth that seemed to have emerged from nowhere to plague my beautiful face."

I run to the vanity table that already my mother had used in abundance and pulled open the drawers, panic-stricken, hands quivering, and yanked out all my lotions, oils, creams, powders, essences, balms, gels, fragrances, sprays, tinctures, moisturizers, soaps, ointments...err, where was I...oh yes, cosmetics.
I put up all my makeup, braided my shining long black hair, and rubbed myself with the exquisite vanilla-flavored oil that gave my skin the soft moisturizing that I was so fond of. It took hours to make me look perfect again, but eventually I prevailed.
Heaving a sigh of relief I stood up from the table. "Now I'm ready", I said contently. "Now I can face the devil with all my might and strenght."

Relieved my beauty had been restored I returned to Evans limp form.

'What do you mean oh beautiful husband? What about our precious kin?'

'He can't hear you Ms. Sue, he's in a coma.' Replied the Doctor who had taken to recline on our designer sofa and watch Paula Deen cooking on our flat screen TV.

My world once more came crashing down before my eyes, I started to cry looking over my beautiful husbands now vegetable like body. 'The children...' I muttered out loud, 'They've got some explaining to do.' I started my search for them. Considering I lived in a hundred bedroom mansion this took some time, finally though, I found them in the kitchen. What I saw next chilled my whole body.

Despite being only a week old the girls had developed at a rapid rate. The stood facing each other, both holding a knife, carving pentagrams into each others cheeks.

'Noooo!' I screamed.

'Just like daddy!', they chanted in their child like voice, 'Just like daddy!'

I rushed over and knocked the knifes out of their hands, but the damage was done, their beautiful skin was now deformed and branded by the mark of Satan, my former master and lover. I pressed them against my bosom and cried softly for their future.

After a while I calmed down, 'What do you mean girls, why did you say just like daddy? Has Evan hurt you?' 'Don't be stupid mummy.' said Dawn, 'Yes mother, you can be ever so tiresome.' added Eve. 'You know very well Evan is not our real daddy. When we said 'Just like daddy' we were referring to Emu Girl, she's our real dad.' Dawn explained.

'Do try and keep up with the plot' muttered Eve, examining her cheeks in the reflection on the toaster.

The echoing screech of 'Hey Y'all!' reverberated around the room from Paula Deen on the TV across the hall. I collapsed on the ground and wept silently.

After a while I composed myself and stood up from my curled-up postion.
"I wish I wouldn't cry so much," I quothed, starting to weap again.
Just as I said these words my food slipped, and Splash! I was up to my chin in salty water.
"Oh no, this has to stop, otherwise..." I blubbered out, but my tears wouldn't cease to drop from my eyes, and soon the kitchen was filled with a current of tears, beer bottles and old pizza boxes.
"This cannot be happening," I cried, as I swam about, trying to find my way out of the kitchen. "What a cruel stroke of irony to being drowned in my own tears."
"Eve? Dawn?" I hollered over the defeaning noise of the accumulating torrent. "Where are you'? I hope you can already swim."

"We're over here, mother," Eva shouted from somewhere near the fridge. "Much obliged for your motherly concern. We've already learned all our toddler skills, including front crawl and breaststroke. Not thanks to you, though."
"I hope you know the way out of this bedlam, mother," Dawn joined the yelling. "Or this story will end very sudden, and we barely had time to wreck havoc to the people around us."
"Hold on, my little Antichrists," I screamed back. "There will be salvation in form of a deus ex machina to escape from this seemingly awkward situation. Just bear up a little longer."

I then heard footsteps and some murmuring and saw the kitchen door open and the doctor's head peek in. As his muscular yet feminine hands opened the door, the sea of tears lept out like a cougar chasing a wild moose and I didn't have to swim anymore. "Oh, thank you doctor for saving me... oh and my satanically beautiful daughters as well". "No problem" the handsome doctor replied and stared at my wet body to wich my clorthes clung like some kind of really, really sexy gimp suit. "You can repay me by letting me have sex with you."
"Of course!" I bellowed, grabbed his perfectly manicured hand and led him out of the kitchen and into my bedroom, where Evan still lay. I wish I had noticed my daughters's longing, horny stares as we walked away. At the time, I had no idea how horny and hot they were for Mr. Doctor. Or what they wispered as we locked the bedroom door after us.
"Dawn, we must take some revenge on mommy for stealing that hot doctor from us"
"Yes, we must Eve. We sooooooooooooo must."

'First things first sister.' Dawn added, facing her Eve.

'There is only room for one Emu Girl in this world, and I'm afraid you just don't cut the mustard.'

'What!?' Eve shouted, looking around alarmed. Dawn made a dash for one of the discarded knifes, clasping it she turned around and slashed her sister porcelain neck. A spray of crimson splashed across the Italian marble floor. Dawn squatted over her sister and continued to slash until Eve's head had been completely severed. 'There.' She said, lifting her sisters head by her long black hair, placing it in the garbage disposal unit, 'That ought to do the trick!' she sang, pleased with her work.

She walked over to the very same toaster Eve used earlier, looking at her reflection. She had matured to what looked like a 16 year old girl, her skin turning a pale shade of blue. Her eyes peering over her midnight raven black bangs, they had started to take a blood red hue. It had begun.

'Now for mommy.'

Darkness.
A loud, squeaking sound.
The smell of wetness, sweat and salt.
A voice, high, clear as a bell, female: "Yes, there, right there...don't stop...more...MORE!"
A second voice, deeper, could be male: "Ugh...ugh...ugh...ugh!"
What's going on here? Who am I? What kind of trouble have I gotten myself into this time?
Slowly it dawns on me that I'm lying on the ground, I can feel my hands making contact with something smooth, fluffy. A carpet? Yes, a carpet. My limbs feel like they weigh a ton each, my tongue seems to have swelled to twice it's normal size. My head - argh, it hurt's so much - feels cloudy, almost like I'm dreaming, but this isn't a dream. All these sensations are somehow too rational to be a dream.
The female voice again: "Harder...Do it harder! ...HARDER!"
The malish voice: "Ugh...ugh...ugh...ugggghhhhh!"
Who are these people? And what the heck are these awful sounds that make me wanna cut off my ears? I'm trying to get my body to move. I want to stand up and go over to these people and stop whatever they're doing, but I'm paralyzed. I struggle to force my eyes to open, but my eyelids are glued together like magnets. I'm trying to scream, but nothing comes out. Not the tiniest sound escapes from my lips.
Femala voice: "OH MY GOD!...It's gonna happen...I'm gonna come."
Malish voice: "Ugh...ugh...ugh...ugggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
Ok, this is getting really intolerable. I don't know why, but I'm deeply infuriated. Think. Think. Think what made you get into this shit. What has happened that made you become a vegetable?
The voices are graduallly dying away, silence fills the room like a gust of wind. Another squeaking sound, faint, scarcely audible.
A third voice, child-like, piercing: "Mommy."

I lay on the bed, the super hot doctor that was femininely masculine slamming his throbbing meat wand into my lady fissure. It was reaching it's apex, and we came at the same time! I gushed everywhere and screamed "err mah geeeeerd, erts ermerrrzing!". I knew instantly that I was pregnant with two of his babies and suddenly pushed him off of me, infuriated that he hadn't pulled out in time. It must have been his plan to get me pregnant all along, that perv.

At the same time, an angelically satanic voice filled the room. "Mommy" it said. I looked over and saw a 16 year-old beauty with pale blue skin and ruby red eyes looming in the door way, her beautifully gothic and raven hair flowing around her. First I made a note of how hot she was, then I noticed the pentagrams on her cheeks! She was one of my daughters!

"Eve, I always knew you were the more evil one. You killed your sister with that knife - I can smell her blood on it." I said, glancing at the crimson dripping from the Knife in her right hand, becoming hungry for blood. "That's right, Mommy. And now I'm going to kill you too because I wanted to have hardcore sex with the Doctor but you did and that's not fair!"

The Doctor then said "I'll still have sex with you. You're far younger and far more beautiful to me than your mother because you are Satanic and I am Satanic too! HAIL SATAN." Then Eve and the Doctor ran to each other like some sort of really dramatic, but super awesome movie scene and started making out. I started crying because I knew that their evil would spread, just like it had spread into my stomach. My wails for my new unborn children filled the room and my salty, crystalline tears fell upon my perky breasts that were not covered. Because we just had sex.

"Keep crying, it just makes the sex hotter." Eve shouted at me, and I couldn't help but be filled with jealousy because the Doctor was paying attention to her and not me. I pushed my daughter away from him and then pounced like a lioness onto him, beginning to feed on him out of anger. I raised my head and looked at the mirror on the wall and saw that my eyes were shifting between the icy sapphires they were naturally and the rubies of my daughters. Becoming filled with an insatiable hunger, I turned to Eve and said "Let's feed on him together!" and then we drained the Doctor dry.

"Well mother, I must say I'm impressed and a little bit disgusted by how weak your will power is. Seems like your morals once more have gone out the window. Still, I guess it can't be helped when one as wickedly evil as myself is in your presence. You can stop referring to me by the moronic mortal name of 'Eve' you bestowed upon me. Let's not beat about the bush, we both know I am now the true reincarnation of Emu Girl, that is my correct title, and I wish you to use it, lest you end up on the receiving end of my meal."

I looked up at my daughter, wiping the doctors hot blood from my pouty lips, some said I looked like a more gothic beautiful version of Lama Del Ray.

"What did you just say?" I asked, white hot rage blinding me.

Emu Girl rolled her eyes. "I said refer to me a-

I slapped her across the face.

"HOW DARE YOU ADDRESS YOUR MOTHER IN SUCH AN INSOLENT TONE."

Emu girl looked up in shock at me. "Go to your room, now! You're grounded!" I shouted. Emu girl looked at me moodily, and turned away grumbling.

I grabbed a bottle of morning after pills and chugged the whole lot. That should flush the little s.o.b.s out I thought with a giggle.

After I had swallowed the silky-smooth Morning-After pills I heard a rustle and up stood Evan, with his muscular head and ripped stomach!

"Evan, my love! You're back!" I screeched and flung myself around his neck, the doctor's blood dripping from my red-hot mouth and onto his back and there it ran all the way down to his butt.
His rose-scented lips parted and he said something I couldn't hear because I was too busy trying to get his beef-roast erect.

"What did you say, love?" I moaned and his reply brought me to tears.
"Header does not do so would you I was in hospital and beyond, even a good enough for our Home is not just a matter of things, my son is still in need of help!"

I sobbed over the realization that Evan had a son that wasn't from me, but probably from that whore-nurse from the hospital. It wasn't fair that she got to give him the son that he wanted, and it made me feel like less of a woman and wife. Evan must've been so disgusted with me. All of a sudden a shrieking could be heard from the hallway.

"You can't get rid of me that easily!" yelled the voice that was eerily similar to Eve's Emu Girl's.

As all of us (that were alive) turned towards the door, a head came rolling in. Dawn had apparently used her Satanic magic to keep herself alive without the rest of her body.

I reached over and pulled Dawn's head up by her beautiful raven ink hair.

"Oh my Satan!" I exclaimed, "I feel like Salome!", feeling particularly smug with my obscure literacy reference. Dawn rolled her eyes, "Not now mother..."

"Listen, we need to show that Emu Girl who's in charge here. Mother, can you really stand being pushed around by that brat? That others find her more sexually appealing than you?"

I couldn't believe this all was happening to me. Two satanic daughters with unnatural skintones, one of them only a talking head, and a husband that was suffering from dementia and, to top it all off, had a brat with another woman. What would the neighbors think?

I shuddered. I would rather go blind and deaf than to be exposed to the cruel stares and glares of all those perfect housewives in their perfect silk cocktail dresses in their perfect pastel-colored houses. Too vividly could I imagine the gossip and the snickering that would go on behind my back. How I would be shunned and never again get invited to the weekly Mary Kay and Tupperware parties, how I would be banned from the golf club, the tennis club, and the woman's club as well.

Ok, Mary Sue, I thought to myself, you have two possibilites now, either you accept your gruesome fate, start weaping again and hope your problems will magically vanish into thin air. Or you stand up and show them all who's the one with the balls in this words had been no sooner thought when the door bell rang.

"Evan!" I shouted, "I can't deal with this right now, go get the door."

I stormed off to my room in a huff, slamming the grand doors and threw myself to the mercy of my four poster bed. I selected Katy Pery's Wide Awake on my iPhone dock and put it on infinite repeat, I started crying crystal tears onto my slumberous bed.

"I'm wide awake!" I moaned, a momentary pause in my hysteric fit. Just as I heard Katy's Gothic tones of 'Castles crumbling' I realised, other housewife's were just stuck up preps, I didn't care what they thought. I'm Mary Sue! No one is as bad bitch as me, expect maybe...

'Dark Angel...' I uttered softly. How I missed my best friend. Surely there was some way of bringing her back? Unfortunately she had been trapped in London, stuck in the 19th century. "When will I learn!" I exclaimed to the empty room, "Time travel is not something to be meddled with!"

But surely this one more trip to the past would do no harm? I approached my dressing table and opened my jewellery box, blinding by the many diamond necklaces, rubies, emeralds, and sapphires. I found it... The time travel amulet.