Hey guys, it's been pretty long. Yeah, I know I suck. But I've got a new beta, SpeakForTheTrees, and she's taking my suckage and turning it into somewhat awesomeness. Someone give her a big ass hug cause you know that she deserves it. I'll give her an affectionate smack on the ass to get the ball rolling.
BPOV
I tried to run as fast as I could, but he easily caught up with me.
His large hand wrapped around my upper arm and yanked me back to
him. His laugh echoed through the meadow, bouncing off the trees.
"Now," he said, tugging me back to where we first stood, "I'd
like you to meet some of my friends." Father pulled me along the
semi-circle, stopping at each man to allow them to state their name
and grab my ass or chest. Mike, Sam, Paul, Jacob, Tyler – the names
all ran together into a meaningless blob. I didn't really care about
who hurt me, just about when it would be over.
"They're gonna take care of you today," Father continued, "and
you're gonna let them do whatever they want, right?" I didn't
answer and he slapped me to the ground.
I didn't cry out; I wouldn't give him the satisfaction. "Answer
me, you bitch!" he screamed at me, punctuating it with a sharp kick
to the ribs.
"Yes, sir," I whispered, my eyes trained on the ground. He grunted
in response and motioned for them to start in on me. They advanced
simultaneously, a feral grin mirrored on each of their faces. Their
fingers grabbed and pulled, ripped and yanked, until tears were in my
eyes.
A shriek pierced the air and the men all looked at me. The sound
didn't come from my mouth, but I was glad for the interruption. They
shrugged and resumed their torture. One of the men had shoved me back
to the ground and was now roughly tugging my pants down my legs. My
cries and pleas were feeble and they laughed as I begged them to stop.
When they left me I was curled up in a ball, weakly attempting to hold
myself together. My clothes were ripped to shreds around me, and not
a single piece was large enough to ward off the chill coming from the
ground. Blood coated the grass around me and when I touched my
stomach, I noticed a large slash extending from my right hip to my
left shoulder. I must've blacked out when it happened, because the
pain was only beginning to make itself known in my mind.
I pressed my hand to the cut, trying to keep the blood in but failing
miserably. I watched helplessly as the red liquid seeped over my
fingers and coated the dark blosoming of a handprint-like bruise on my
left hip. It wrapped around my waist, the fingers spread to cover
more room. It wasn't Father's handprint; it was larger and much
wider.
I closed my eyes, knowing I needed to get up, but not having the will
to do so. Everything hurt, even my toes. They were bent at a weird
angle and I sucked in a breath as I flexed them. They were broken,
and the pain across my chest flared when I started breathing heavier.
Black and white dots were filling my vision, swirling around me. I
blinked once, then twice. Nope, just black dots in my eyes.
Snowflakes were falling around me, lightly dusting the ground. I
smiled because they were so pretty and closed my eyes again.
Third Person POV
The young girl closed her eyes and lay down, the white specked
swirling and melting in the blood halo forming around her head. She
was an Angel of Death, the representation of Hurt and Sorrow
themselves. They cast their grace down on her and gave her the will
to live another day, to take another step. And it would all be taken
away from her in a few moments. No one would see it coming, not even
the Seer. No one could stop the force of evil that ran towards the
call of her lifeforce, the one thing that the monster needed.
Two vampires had been running through the area when the gang rape had
started. The man kept running, not noticing his female partner had
stopped. She stood in place, rooted by the cries and pleas of a young
child. Venom glistened like tears in her red eyes and he surrounded
her with his arms. His whispers did nothing to stop her whimpers and
sobs.
Then she couldn't take it anymore. She let out a high-pitched scream
and ran for the clearing. He pounced at her and shoved her into the
dirt. Her eyes darkened at the blood being spilled less than fifty
feet from her.
"Shh," he whispered, cooing softly in her ear. "Hear that? Her
pulse is slowing… She's almost gone. Just let her pass. We'll
feed later. Look how peaceful she looks. Don't give her a bad
ending." He didn't seem to understand what she was planning on
doing. He pulled her up slowly, brushing the broken leaves off of her
clothes while she stood, numbly watching the young child before her.
A sob broke from her chest and she twisted out of his grasp, running
to cradle the pale angel.
The man sighed and trudged over to the pair, squatting down next to
his lover. She held her treasure out to him, pleading with her eyes
for him to help the girl. He ran a hand over his face, a habit left
over from his humanity, and groaned, "Fine, but when she shits
everywhere, you're fixing it."
He leaned down and breathed against the broken child's neck, biting
into it quickly before pulling back to whisper in her ear, "Don't
worry. The pain will pass soon." He gathered his new family member
into his arms and set off toward their home.
I know, it's a short one. Repeat after me, Nicole sucks large unicorn balls. I'm over 200 hits (probably half of them from me) but I'm still jumping for joy. Keep reading and remember to spread the love/hate mail.
