You call me monster among other things. Is that what you really think of me? Have you never considered that I may be something else? Yet, if monster is what you want me to be, fine. I'll meet your description of me. Turn around Human and face your monster.
The note had randomly appeared on her laptop when Ellaina went to update the game with a new one. She didn't understand it. No one had touched the laptop and Slenderman was away from her, somewhere in the forest. He hadn't had any form of contact with her since the nightmare incident. She was more surprised when the note posted itself to be game. She hadn't clicked the submit button. She hadn't so much as touched her laptop. Rereading the note, it was only then that the meaning of it hit her. With some trepidation, she slowly turned around to find him standing there. Before she could say so much as a word, a black tendril wrapped around her throat and pulled her into the air, at his eye level. He didn't say a word.
Ellaina struggled against the vice that was around her neck. She quickly came to realize that it was utterly fruitless. He wasn't about to let go, and the grip seemed to only tighten. Now she would pay for her actions. The blank canvass of a face seemed to be staring into her soul, which made her squirm all the more in his grip. More tendrils came out to wrap around her waist, the one around her neck slipping away. She was pulled close to him.
Human, he greeted with any of his former amounts of kindness devoid from his voice.
She was apprehensive now. He was still quite upset with her, that much was obvious. Shoring up her courage, Ellaina replied, "Hello, Slendy." She had perhaps expected him to retort something, but when he slapped her, she was shocked. He had never raised a hand to her before.
You do not address me in such a casual way, he ordered, throwing her to the floor. It was if he were throwing her away, like she was trash. He looked down on her, trying to keep up this persona that he was a monster and nothing more. There were tears in her eyes and he could see that the fall had caused her harm. Her arm had knocked into the coffee table and bruised her. Oh, are you hurt, you pathetic child? Do you want your Slendy to heal you? Would you like the monster to help you? I wouldn't want you hurt, Human. His voice was filled with malice and anger. Killing the camper in the woods had provided a small distraction, but his thoughts had quickly returned to this human before him. He would not allow her to have such control over him. If it meant killing her to be free of the pain she could cause him, so be it.
Ellaina tried to steady her breathing as she stood. She slowly came to stand in front of him, not caring any longer what he might do to her as her hand came across his face in a loud slap. The action had been done out of anger and it surprised her just as much as or more so than the Slenderman.
That action had been a mistake. Blind rage came to him and she was suddenly pinned to a wall beside the Christmas tree. More tendrils came out to destroy the decoration. He glared at her and found his hand coming across her face again, his fingers clawing across her face. Looking on her and seeing the fear coming into her eyes again, realization seemed to come to him. His anger dissolved; the rage left him. What was he doing? What was he doing?! How could he have let his anger blinded him so? He had only come here to tell her off. He didn't know how things had progressed to the point where he was harming her, ready to kill the woman. Her pleading eyes stared at him, her face bloodied and her body pinned roughly against the wall. He let her go, turning away from her for he was unable to look upon her any longer. What have I done? Slendy asked no one in particular.
He was surprised to find her coming to him, a hand lightly touching his shoulder to turn him to face her. There was nothing in her eyes now, just blankness. This disturbed him more than her fear. Her eyes were always so expressive. They always displayed her emotions so very clearly. It was a quality he liked about her. But, shouldn't they be showing anger or something? She simply stated, "Heal me, der Ritter and get out of my home. You said that it was my choice concerning my relationship to you. I never want to see you again."
I told you I would be staying for Christmas, he argued. When she didn't say anything and only continued to stare at him with no emotion, he sighed. She had decided the option that he had least wanted. He had tried to convince himself that he didn't need her, but that had failed. Why had he lost control? Why had he decided to act like a monster? Perhaps she was right. Perhaps all of the humans were right. Maybe he was just a monster. I will do as you ask, my Little One.
Ellaina only nodded. She let him heal her, feeling him tremble ever so slightly with some unknown emotion as he did so. She wondered how things had gone so badly. Just a few days ago they had been acting like friends, playing in the snow. They had saved one another and healed one another. Now, she was turning him away for one thing he had done against her. And she deserved his anger after what she had called him. Tears were streaming down her cheeks by the time he had finished the process. She couldn't hate this being, not with the way he seemed to be searching her face for some sort of clue as to her emotions.
What is wrong? Slendy asked, daring a raise a hand to wipe away her tears. He expected her to slap his hand away, or to recoil from his touch. He was therefore surprised to find her suddenly hugging him, with her face buried into his chest. She was asking him to forgive her for hurting him, for calling him a monster.
I do not understand you, he muttered, lightly pushing her away. He looked her over, scars now covering her face. They would serve as a constant reminder to what he had done. Why did he ever even get involved with this human? He should have just killed her when they first met. He considered himself a fool.
Ellaina sighed, "I don't know. And, you don't need to leave, if you don't want to. I was speaking out of anger. You are welcome in my home." She turned and looked at the ruins that were her tree. All the work she had put into it was destroyed. The lights were shattered, the glass ornaments were just shards of glass, and the tinsel was shredded. So much for having a nice Christmas, she thought. The human slowly made her way to the ruins and pulled out a wrapped gift that had a large red bow on top of it. "Here, Merry Christmas." She offered the box to him.
It isn't Christmas yet, he replied when he took the box from her. Then he realized that it was actually Christmas, for midnight had passed some time ago. He had come and attacked her on the holiday and now she was giving him a gift. He didn't deserve her kindness. I don't deserve this.
Ellaina just rolled her eyes. She hated drama; it was why she had always been glad that she worked in a college. At the very least, the students kept the drama to themselves. This winter break had been nothing but drama since the Slenderman had shown up. Still, at the very least this had been an entertaining holiday season. She was about to comment as much when a terrible pain ripped through her stomach. She doubled over in pain. This pain, this was what she had felt as a result of the poison that the tormentor had given her. Hadn't it been removed from her blood? Slendy had healed her on a few occasions, but the pain simply started spreading through her entire body.
She could barely make out Slenderman's voice in her head, demanding to know what was wrong with her, all thoughts of his gift forgotten. Ellaina vaguely could make out the feel of the couch under her. All she could see was red and all she could feel was blistering pain. Darkness was clouding her vision. Was this what death was like, a warm Darkness willing to embrace her in internal sleep? If so, she didn't think of it as being so bad. It was rather soothing.
Ellaina, answer me, he tried calling into her mind again. He could sense her mind slowly slipping away, her life force leaving her. Why was she dying and in such pain? He had healed her of her injuries. He hadn't caused enough damage to kill her. He tried healing her again which only brought her back to full awareness and didn't stop her cries of pain. He could not lose her now. He cared too much for her. She couldn't die. What's wrong with you? Let me help you. He could hear the desperation in his voice quite clearly, but it made little difference. There had to be something he could do.
This time she could hear him; she could hear the desperation in his voice. Ellaina forced a small smile onto her lips. There was nothing he could do but end her pain by ending her life. She reached up and lightly brushed his face. "The tormentor," she said, struggling with her words, "he…poisoned me before you saved…me. It is…killing me. You can't get…it out of…my bloodstream. Please, Slendy, it hurts so…badly. Do…do what you said…you would originally…to me. Kill me…and end this suffering."
No, he thought. No, you can't leave me. Who will I have then? There will be no one I can call friend or companion. The Slenderman searched her face, looking for some clue that she was lying. She couldn't really want this, but her eyes told the truth. They were filled with pain and a pleading need to be relieved of that pain. Slowly, he sat next to her, pulling her to his chest. She whimpered when she first felt the tendrils encircling her. Could he really do what she asked? It had been what he had planned from the beginning. But, the very thought of her lying dead in his arms was painful to his heart.
Shh, my Little One, he whispered into her mind, leaning his head atop hers. She was so small and fragile. It would not take much to end her. That didn't make the very thought of it any easier. Your pain will be over soon. I will make this quick, I promise. Oh, he did not want to do this. She was his friend; he cared for her. The thought of living without her was painful. Who would he have to bother then? Who would look upon him and smile? If she were to leave this world, he would be alone once again. And it was then that he realized why this human had been able to hold such control over him. It was all so clear now in these finally moments before she would leave him forever. I…I love you, Little Ellaina.
Ellaina only took a hold of one of his hands and pressed a light kiss to it. "Slendy, you need better…than me. Promise me…promise you won't be upset…once I'm gone. But, I…love you too, Slenderman. Now please…kill me."
He held her tighter to him. He couldn't do this, but he would always do what she wanted, what she requested. Slowly, he replied, I promise. With that, the tendrils entered her body to strike the heart and instantly kill her. He broke his promise as what might have been a sob escaped him...
A/N- Don't hate me too much guys. There is one more chapter which will make you happy. Drop me a review and it will get posted. :D