Black Knight to White Queen Part II

"... Darling ..."

"... Darling ... "

"Sweet Darling Debra ..."

The words echo louder in the peripheral of her hearing, but it is not until ice cold lips nips her ear does she understand the words. Understand that they are directed at her.

"Sweet Darling Debra - ", the voice sings, sending painful shivers through my bloodstream.

She can feel the voice looming closer and closer to her face.

"- sweet kiss on the sweet lips of my Darling Debra"

Lips loudly wetted.

A wet kiss sealed on her lips.

"... Darling..."

"... Darling ..."

"... It's time to wake up, Darling", the voice goads.

But something tells her not too.

I am lying on the beach.

Dexter lies next to me.

Harrison is building a sandcastle.

Astor is on her phone.

"Aunt Deb wake up"

Cody is on one of his game consoles.

Dexter is smiling at me, his hand resting on my protruding stomach.

Harrison turns to speak to me - he looks so much like Dexter - he proudly points to the sandcastle he has just built.

Astor turns to smile at me, her face so care free, she still chats on her phone.

"Aunt Deb, please wake up".

Cody looks up from his game, and spares a pause to smile at me.

Happy, I turn to give Dexter a kiss, I wrinkle my nose noticing his attire, and that he is not dressed for the beach.

But then -

- we are no longer at the beach! I realise, observing my surroundings.

We are in the mountains!

I smile, Dexter is appropriatley dressed.

Harrison is trying to build a house out of sticks.

Astor is talking on her phone.

"Aunt Deb ..."

Cody is playing on a game console.

Dexter rests his hand on my swollen stomach and smiles.

I smile, content.

I am exhausted, I realise, and with a big yawn rest my eyes.

It is hard being a mother of four.

I do not rest long, a multitude of screams interrupting my sleep.

I wake up with a start.

Everyone is screaming at me, everyone is screaming and pointing to my stomach.

I look down at it in horror.

Blood.

Pain.

Blood.

Baby.

Blood.

Everywhere is covered with blood.

My stomach has opened, a gaping hole, and the baby, caked with blood, is trying to claw its way out.

Claws.

Long thick, yellow, sharp, demon like claws.

The baby flings it's head back and cries.

Only to my horror, it looks nothing like Dexter, like I thought it would.

... In fact, it looks nothing like a baby.

It looks more like a demon, complete with horns on it.

I watch in shock as it claws, its way out of my stomach, wiggling like a worm escaping the soil.

It crawls up my stomach. It's teeth latch onto my breast, and it drinks the milk I have prepared.

I feel myself slowly draining away.

I look around for Dexter and find he is no longer there.

It is just this thing, myself and Astor - she is still on the phone.

" ... Aunt Deb, please wake up! I'm so scared"

The thing unlatches from my breast, and blood continues to spill out of my nipple.

It has not been drinking my milk, but my blood!

It looks up at me, and despite all the blood and the horns. I have seen that face before.

Winslop.

I have given birth to Winslop's demon baby and Dexter has left me.

"Darling", it says in Winslop's voice, it's coy mouth dripping with my blood, "let me suckle a little longer on your sweet breast".

Deb wakes up with a start.

The first thing she realises, is that she is cold. Ice.

She lets out a shakey breath. Her breath is even cold.

Prising her eyes open, she sees that she is surrounded by water.

A watery red.

"Darling", a whisper in her ear.

She cannot freeze, but her heart stops.

Winslop.

She lets him place a slobbery kiss on her frozen lips, while she feels out her surroundings with her hands and feet.

She is in a bath.

A cold one.

Winslop pulls his face away and she looks down at her body, instantly regretting the move.

Her head flops down onto her neck and she stares at the bloody water, and her naked chest, the colour of snow. My pebbled nipples, a dusky brown.

Living in Miami her whole life, Deb does not think she has ever seen her skin so pale. Despite herself, she allows the humour of it to crack a smile on her stoney face.

Another kiss is placed on her lips, her head suddenly cradled in his hands.

She is forced to look at him under sullen eyes, but feels nothing.

"I am so happy to see you laughing", he grins.

And he does look happy, really fucking happy.

Deb attempts a smile, before she feels her eyes rolling back.

"No no no", he pleads, "stay awake".

"You need to get her out of that bath!" someone screams an order, "can't you see you're killing her?!" the voice sobs.

Deb studies Winslop's conflicted face, and then feels him slowly lift her out of the bath.

Without his support, her head lolls, and she comes back in contact with her paler than white skin. A long dark maroon cut along her abdomen, stains the perfectness of it.

Her baby.

Her baby, she could not save.

But Cody is safe.

Harrison is safe.

Dexter, Dexter is safe with Hannah in Argentina.

No.

Astor.

Dexter is looking for Astor.

"You need to get her to a hospital or she'll die!" the voice screams in desperation. It seems more desperate than Deb is to survive. She wants to tell it not to worry, that she thinks she is ready to go.

She feels her body being laid on a cold surface, her eyes no longer able to stay open.

She thinks she is ready to go.

She feels like she is going.

So she must be ready to go.

Her head is delicately placed down, and she is ready to take what she hopes is her last breath.

"Aunt Deb, no!" the voice screams.

Astor.

Oh fuck.

She wakes up with another start, after inhaling what feels like a gallon of salt water.

She wakes up puffing for air, wildly assessing my surroundings.

Warehouse. Dimly lit, apart from the the projected lamp shinning brightly over me. It is so overpowering Deb sees pink elephants and has to look away -

- straight into the face of large brown eyes.

She frowns.

Oiled back black hair. Thin lips. Old. Close tailored suit. Rolex.

He seems unphased by her, removing the smelling salts from underneath my nose.

"Fuck" Deb mumbles out her first word, tears ebbing in her eyes.

The man smiles and turns his head. Winslop emerges by his side, relieved.

"Fuck!" she screams.

"Aunt Deb?!" a voice says desperately from behind the two men.

Astor?

Astor!

Deb tries to sit up, but does not move, her hands and feet are restrained.

"Astor!" she screams.

"Aunt Deb", she replies crying.

She tries her restraints again, to no avail.

FUCK!

"Doc, you're a miracle worker", Winslop praises, resting a hand on the other man's shoulder.

"Winslop, I fucking swear, when I - ", Deb's explosive words are lost in his slobbery kiss. She gets her teeth around one of his lips, and bites hard. She can taste blood.

He pulls away laughing, blood dripping from his bottom lip.

"She needs to mend", the old guy says, studying her carefully. A troubled frown on his face. And then it is gone. "If you want some action, fuck the younger one".

My blood boils.

"You sick fuck!" she spits, "she is fourteen years old!".

Winslop laughs, rubbing the guys stomach, "that's just how he likes them".

The older guy laughs uneasily, and again, it goes. "Fiesty", he turns to Winslop smiling.

"Nah, don't worry. Two weeks on the drip, and she'll be begging me for a fuck".

The doctor makes a face, "to be honest, I don't know why you would waste the resources on her. Now this one - ", he signals behind him.

To Astor!

And Deb's hands pull on the restraints again, so much so that her body lifts in the air, causing a ripping pain through her body and she has to collapse.

" - this one, you can get top dollar for"

Top dollar?

"Get the fuck away from me", Deb hears Astor bite.

"Winslop - ", Deb screams.

"Ooo they're both fiesty. You've got your hands full!" the doctor chortles.

"Yeah, she needs a new drip", Winslop says good humourdley, emerging at Deb's side.

Deb shoots him a deathly glare, but Winslop just smiles.

His hand moves to touch Deb's face, but Deb chases it away with her teeth nashing.

Winslop's smile suddenly turns uneasy, "listen Doc", Deb can hear him say, "thanks for helping me out".

"Did I have any choice. Got me by my balls".

"I'll have you by the fucking balls, and your fucking cock castrated when I get my hands on you. Do you even know who the fuck I - ", Deb tries but Winslop applies pressure on her wound, and it gets lost in her mangled cry. Deb looks down at her stomach, and realises she is dressed in a hospital gown. There is no blood gushing out however, but she feels it should be.

Winslop then applies pressure around Deb's neck, "tell him who you are and he will fucking kill you and the girl", he whispers down Deb's ear. His spit getting lost down it. "I just saved your fucking life, again, bitch. Now shut up before I give your kid to him as a thank-you present".

"What did she say?" the doctor smiles, returning back to us, and Winslop quickly adjusts his hands to the side of my face, and caresses it soothingly.

The doctor injects something into Deb's arm, and everything for her goes ... fluffy.

"Ergh, nothing", Winslop dismisses, "you better be getting going. It's a hurricane out, the old girl's probably wondering where you went off in a hurry", he says good naturedly, and both men walk away from my side.

...

"Astor?" Deb asks, when she can no longer hear both mens' voices.

"... yeah", Astor replies after a few moments. Her voice dreary. Deb thinks that whatever the doctor injected in her, she must have injected into Astor as well.

Deb turns her head to my side, so she can see, but the room is so dimly lit, she can only just make out Astor's shoes.

Yellow havanjas flip flops.

Deb frowns, her feet look really dirty.

"Astor, did he touch you? I mean, has he tried to -"

"No", she says. "... I want, I want ... Dexter"

"Can... can... you move?"

"No, I'm... I'm chained", Astor's voice is getting even more spacey, "... I'm chained... to the pipe ... behind me... Don't worry ... D, he will find us ... Han...", Astor stops.

"... Do ... do ... you know ... do you know... know ... where the key is?"

Silence.

"Astor!" Deb snaps.

"nah ... y, y ... yes ..."

"... where?"

Silence.

"Ast- or"

More silence.

Deb can feel sleep blanketing over herself too.

Deb frowns, wondering why Astor mentioned Hannah... ? She wants to tell Astor that she also wants Dexter too. That she also hopes he will find them.

"Astor, I'm... sleep, for a,a ... bit ... wake... fin... I'm ... to get you ou- "

So..? What did you guys think?

My lappy is falling apart, there is like five key missing so sorry for typos.
I think there is going to be - about five more chapters, there is still so much that needs to be explained - the photo! I bet you all had forgotten about that. But the chapters will be short, between 1 to 2k like this one.

Hope you enjoyed it and it was worth the wait.

Until next update :)

Oh and sorry if I did not reply to last chapter's review, I am pretty certain I did though. I love hearing you guys thoughts - even if it is just to say I am greatly disturbing you ;)