Authors note: Hello there readers from far and wide, I am back and it is to stay! I've had some personal issues to deal with and subsequently I lost my laptop which was a shared one with me and my ex-girlfriend. Well she left me took it and well I have only just managed to get a new one, so more updates coming soon. Hope you enjoy this chapter.
Coraline stood staring at Michael, how she longed to see his full face underneath that mask of his. How she wanted to see all of his features and map them out with her delicate fingers, how she wanted to be his. She had always told herself that she would never get to be happy and would never get anything she wanted; but with Michael she had the feeling it was Different. Something was different between her wanting him and her wanting other things. The first was it seemed like he wanted her too, why else would he have killed her dad, those teenagers that greasy dirt bag and kissed her? She bit her lip imagining her and him settling down to a life of hostility and sadistic killings, not many girls her age wanted a life like that; but to Coraline it was perfect. It may not be the man you would approve of mum; but Michaels looking after me. She thought to herself, she did wonder what her mother would think of him and how the world would react to them if they did ever have a relationship. The thought of them being together made her weak at the knees and she had to fight a blush back from appearing across her face.
Michael inhaled sharply; he didn't like the awkward silence that had fallen between the two of them. Have I done something wrong? Maybe the kiss wasn't good enough? Michael wondered to himself. He hoped he hadn't upset her, she was turning out to be probably the best decision he had ever made. He was glad he had followed her and decided not to kill her, the feel of her kissing him and the thought of her being his was far better than the feeling of killing her. Now that he thought about it, she was his and no other man could have her. He would kill anyone who got in the way and tried to get close to her. She was his.
"Corey, we should get going." He slowly said breaking the silence. He winced a little as he moved to grab her hand, the fat bastard had injured him and it was bleeding a little. Coraline looked up and nodded, her eyes filled with concern when she spotted the wound down on his abdomen.
"Michael, Your hurt!" She exclaimed bending down to examine the wound, her warm breath tickled his exposed skin and he shuddered a little. It had warmed up a fair bit and it looked set to be a scorching night. Michael lowered his hands and tangled his fingers up in Coraline's ebony locks, they felt soft to the touch and he felt safe.
"It's not too deep by the looks of things; but you are in no state to drive." She slowly said, she looked up at him her eyes pleading with him to take her advice.
"Whatever you say Corey; should we go back to the car?" He asked her to which Corey shook her head.
"No, too risky. If you can try and climb up this fire escape, by the looks of things these flats are abandoned. Pull off some of the boards and climb in; I'll be back in a minute." She ordered, Michael raised an eyebrow before smirking. Okay Miss Bossy boots. But in this relationship I'm in charge. He smiled; he didn't care if she didn't class it as a relationship to him it was.
"Okay; but if anything bad happens you'll shout for me okay?" He asked her, he didn't want her to be going wherever she was going at this time of night unescorted, she nodded and ushered him towards the ladders.
As he jumped up he looked back once perched on the first step, he watched as Coraline darted into the shadows once more and skulked back to the car. He smiled to himself and continued to climb up the cold metal ladders, each new step he took and movement he made sent searing pain up through his body. He ignored it not caring and in fact enjoying it more than anything, he had become so used to pain that it eventually became almost pleasurable. He stopped and jumped off the Ladders landing down on one of the balconies, he peered back down to see Coraline was opening the car doors. For a moment he panicked that she was doing a runner on him and it infuriated him; but the rage soon passed when he saw her emerge with her backpack and a small green case. He turned around content with knowing that she was grabbing things and started to try and pry the wooden boards off of the windows. Coraline had been right about the building being abandoned and it filled him with comfort knowing they wouldn't be on the run tonight and sleeping a car. He pulled two of them off and managed to squeeze in. He would have to try and disguise the hole so that no one could see that it had been disturbed.
The room was dark and he could barely see the only dim source of light from the opening he had made. He decided to stand and wait for Coraline and see if she had a lighter or something that gave off light. It felt like a lifetime whilst waiting for her in the dark, each noise from outside casted his gaze towards the window, only to be met by nothingness. When he was starting to give up hope of her returning she eventually appeared at the opening, he could faintly make out that her backpack was bulging and she struggled to clamber through with it on. He stepped forward and took it off of her and placed it on the floor, she slithered through the opening and leant back out grabbing the wooden planks. She carefully placed them over the opening trying to block it off, due to it being the size it was she managed to console the hole, plunging the two of them into complete darkness.
Being in the dark didn't bother Michael in the slightest; he had lived for so long it and hunted his victims in it. The dark was now more a safety blanket and a weapon he could use. He didn't move and instead waited whilst listening to what was presumably Coraline scuttle around and rummaging through her bag. The sounds of clanking and the rustling of clothes were all to be heard, until she let out a small cry of satisfaction which made Michael raise an eyebrow.
"Got a torch. I knew I packed one." She giggled in the dark; Michael smiled and waited for the light to illuminate the room and let him see Coraline in all of her beauty. But no such thing happened, instead something much more interesting and fun happened.
"Wait, Michael take your mask off. Let me kiss you in the dark, I won't turn it on until you say I promise." Coraline pleaded her voice low and almost a purr. He raised an eyebrow and thought about it. He wanted to kiss her; but didn't want her to see his face.
"Okay. No turning the torch on though okay?" He sternly said, He heard Coraline hum in agreement and heard her footsteps pad over to him. Each one laced with desire and echoing around the empty room.
He slid his mask off, his safety blanket and protection from the whole world. It was his shield from prying eyes that would judge how he looked and how he was and placed it on the floor. He trusted her. He could feel his heart beating faster and faster as she got closer. Soon he could feel her warm breath on his face, he gulped before raising a hand and manoeuvring it through the gloom in a bid to try and find her face. When it finally touched something it was clothed and round, it took him a few minutes before he realised he was cupping one of her breasts through her tank top. He blushed a little as Coraline laughed and lent In, he felt her breath against his ear and then her voice.
"I thought you hated sex and everything to do with it?" She teased him, her voice was now a purr and he let out a low grunt. Oh you are asking for it now Corey. He thought to himself and a smile spread across his face. He felt her warm breath leave his ear and return to his face, it getting closer and closer. He moved his hand up to the skin on her neck and trailed his finger nails across it, starting off light.
Coraline's face was inches in front of his own; it was painful waiting for their lips to touch once more. He decided to speed things up and closed the gap between them quickly and sent his lips crashing down onto hers. They were warm and he got straight to the point in which they had left off, his tongue wormed his way into her mouth begging for entrance, to which she gladly gave him and met his tongue with her own. He wrapped his spare hand around her waist and pulled her in closer to him, he pressed himself against her and found himself pushing her backwards. He forced her down to the ground using his dominance and strength over her, it wasn't really him being dominant as she complied and worked with him in his little plan. Once on the ground he broke the kiss for a moment to kiss down her neck, he had seen many males do this to their girlfriends or tart they were making out with, just before he killed them both. It was rubbing salt into many wounds, they couldn't have sex; but he could. It used to repulse him the thought of having sex with someone; but that was before he met her, something was different about her and it was her willingness to kill. She was sadistic and perfect to him. She groaned a little before running her fingers through his black shaggy hair, she didn't care if it was greasy she loved the feel of it between her fingers.
"Michael!" She gasped as he bit down where her neck met her shoulder, he dug his teeth in and bit down as hard as he could. He eventually broke the skin and could taste something coppery in his mouth, she was bleeding. He had made her bleed. He was about to withdraw when he heard her groan push his head down. He lapped up the blood before breaking off from her neck and leaning back down to her mouth.
That's when it happened; He pushed his hand down on something that felt like a switch, he hadn't noticed it was there before as it was only small. Suddenly a small lamp turned on filling the room with light. Michael panicked and tried to search for his mask; but it was all too late. Coraline was staring at him in shock, her hair a mess and her shoulder bleeding a little. Her mouth was open in shock and her eyes were filled with something unreadable. Michael knew his life was over and all he had was now probably gone…
Authors note: I have no idea what I just wrote, I don't do sex scenes or anything like that so this probably sucked. I know it contains no sex and just some kinky neck biting but even that is hard to write. Well I hoped you liked my kinky little escapade in this chapter and what will Coraline think of Michael without his mask on? Will the love between the two of them last? Or will Michael have to kill her? Stay tuned to find out! Hope you enjoyed this! – Lots of love Kingofslasher.
