Awesome Song of the Day: This Is Gospel by Panic! At The Disco
This is gospel for the fallen ones
Locked away in permanent slumber
Assembling their philosophies
From pieces of broken memories
(Oh, this is the beat of my heart, this is the beat of my heart)
The gnashing teeth and criminal tongues conspire against the odds
But they haven't seen the best of us yet
If you love me let me go
If you love me let me go
'Cause these words are knives and often leave scars
The fear of falling apart
And truth be told, I never was yours
The fear, the fear of falling apart
"Alright. I understand. Bye," I said and hung up the phone immediately after, putting it back on its stand.
Yet another bill to pay, one that I probably don't have the money for, added to the list of the rest that I can't pay. This day is starting out so wonderfully, don't you think?
I turned up the volume of the radio and looked around the empty living room. The temperature gradually dropped from its comfortable number to probably around 40, a sign I recognized instantly because of being exposed to it on a daily basis.
"You sound unhappy."
I gave a small snort and turned around, folding my arms. "When have I ever been anything but?"
His pure white face tilted to the side a bit. "There is more displeasure than usual. You've never sounded quite so...drained."
"Don't let my petty human issues be a concern to a being such as yourself." Waving a hand around dismissively, I went to the kitchen to check on how much food I had left. Ever since I had introduced Slenderman to human desserts, he kept eating everything I have whenever he could.
Well, okay, he didn't eat literally everything, because I kept my mini wheats safe so far. I made it very clear that if he touched them, I would do things to him that he never knew I was capable of. Of course he wasn't frightened in the least from my threat. But he decided that my cereal was the one thing he wouldn't try to take from me, surprisingly enough.
He didn't seem to have an issue with doing everything else he could possibly do to annoy me. And the worst part about it was that I could literally not do anything to stop him. He just does everything that he does simply because he can.
How did I manage to get stuck with him, again?
Upon searching the cupboards and pantry, I discovered that I had enough food to last for a few weeks, that is if a certain Slenderman stayed out of the kitchen. Maybe he's just trying to kill me by eating my food and making me starve. Yeah, that's probably it.
The radio in the living room was filled with static, drowning out the sound of the music, clearly the doing of the tall man who appointed himself the daily job of pestering me in all ways practically possible. This was almost a childish way to say that he wanted my attention.
I sighed and returned to the living room to find the phone ringing. Slenderman turned the radio off, holding the phone out towards me with a thin black tendril. I took it and saw that it was my parents' number. Why would they be calling?
"Hello?"
"Hi, Rei, how are you on this fine morning?" Jonathan asked with his usual positivity. He had some sort of undertone, one of excitement about something, though I could never guess what. With him it could be anything.
"I'm fine. How about you?"
He then began to talk so quickly that it was as if someone had flipped a switch on him that increased his functioning speed. "Oh, Rei, I'm just wonderful! Simply wonderful! You see, the reason I called was because I just recently learned some news that made me want to dance around in joy, and this kind of involves you, so-"
He was cut off by Charlotte taking the phone away from him. "Sorry about that. He's shaking from all his excitement." She hissed for Jonathan to go scream into a pillow so he could calm down. "Anyway, Rei, would you be able to come here today? We have something very good to tell you."
I was a bit taken aback by this. Swallowing, I tried to form words, and was forced to do so when Slenderman tapped the phone with a single finger and sent a few waves of static through the device to bring me back to reality.
"Um, sure, I guess I can. What's the good news that Jonathan is having a fit about?"
She laughed, obviously happy as well for the same unknown reason. "I can't really say over the phone. But it would really be awesome if you could make it over here. Oh, and you should make sure to pack for a few days worth of things. Okay?"
That's a bit strange. "Can I ask why?"
"You could say that this will be a sort of vacation. I assure you, it will be worth it."
Hm. A vacation. What the hell does that mean?
Of course I agreed to go, even though I was still confused about the whole thing. I wasn't concerned about going to see them. It was weird how they were talking about some kind of vacation. They didn't have very much money to do things like that, I was aware of the fact. So what were they thinking of doing as a vacation?
I told them that I would be there when I got ready and hung up.
Slenderman was gone. Probably throwing a monumental tantrum somewhere in the woods because I would be gone for a few days. Of course, he could probably teleport to wherever I was, if he really wanted to. But I doubt that he would go to that extreme. Or maybe he would…
Let's hope not.
I went upstairs and got some clean clothes to change into after I took my shower. While listening to the sound of the water coming down and watching the steam swirl around in the air, I tried to figure out what my parents were up to with this whole thing.
What if they were trying to lure me there to kill me? They could both secretly be psychopaths, for all I know, plotting my death from the moment they met me. This was their plan all along. They wanted me to grow up like this just so they could end me in the future.
I might be a little paranoid. Probably not...or maybe that's what they want me to think. That's what everyone wants me to think.
Eventually I turned the water off and opened the curtain to step out. Something was very off, though. The clothes that I had chosen earlier were not on the counter where I'd left them. Even my dirty clothes were gone, vanished from where I'd tossed them onto the floor.
I dried my hair off as best as I could and wrapped a dark purple towel around myself. To my utter horror, it only went halfway down my thighs. I searched for another towel, one that was longer, or another that I could put under this one, but there were no more towels in the room.
I really don't like this. I don't like this at all.
I wanted to pull the towel down more to make sure that I was covered, but then more of my top half was exposed. There was no way to win here.
Seems like this is another one of Slenderman's royal fits. Oh, how I love them.
I growled, said screw it, and left the bathroom to go straight to my room and find my clothes as quickly as I could. I didn't bother to shut my bedroom door, because I knew that no door in the world could ever stop him. It's wonderful how hopeless everything is with him.
Reaching out to grab the handle of the dresser, I had to halt, on account of the tall being in his suit and tie appearing abruptly in front of me. I backed up and gave him the best glare that I could, though I knew it would accomplish nothing.
"Why are you doing all this, dare I ask?" I half-snapped, wanting to shrink more so that less of me was exposed. Normally I wouldn't give a shit about my state of dress, however right now I had to be preparing to leave, and I didn't like how he took my clothes. He'd never done that before.
He gave a dark chuckle, which was not good at all. "You should know the answer by now, my dear. I do it because I simply can. I need no more explanation than that."
I wanted to readjust the towel but didn't want him to notice my discomfort. "I have to go soon, whether you like it or not. How about you throw your tantrum elsewhere and let me get ready?"
I probably should have expected that my comment about throwing a tantrum would piss him off. But I wasn't very worried about my personal being at that moment, like I probably should have been, especially with how I was practically naked. Hey, it wasn't my fault that I was looking like this.
I attempted to retreat just as I felt the angry pulse from him, which resulted in aiding him involuntarily when he used his tendrils to make me fall back onto the bed. I was mentally cursing up a storm while he made me stay there, the appendages curling their way up to wrap around my limbs entirely.
Shit, shit, shit, look what you did now, you idiot.
Even though I knew it would do me no good, I struggled, for the fear that my towel would come undone since my arms were being held down away from my body. To add to my level of stress at this point, Slenderman made his way over to me and proceeded to lean his long torso over me only an inch away from my own.
"There are so many things, Rei…" his tauntingly soft voice began. "So many things that could happen to you, so much that I could do." His featureless face seemed to gaze into mine almost as if he was measuring the amount of anxiety in my eyes. "I could hurt you, snap you in half, make you regret your entire existence, faster than you could form a thought."
I was about to say to him, 'why don't you?' before a yelp of surprise escaped me instead, induced by a tendril squeezing a dangerously high area of my thigh. It was as if he was trying to prove that he wasn't just trying to threaten me, and that he would go through with it, which I already knew and wasn't concerned about until now.
This was making me more nervous than anything he had ever done previously, and I couldn't quite figure out why. I wasn't afraid of him doing something to me against my will. No, he'd been doing that since the day he met me.
The intense contact and him not having a sense of caring at all about my uneasiness was probably the cause for feeling like my heart was going to explode out of my chest. That, or how I was hyper-aware of the fact that my towel was becoming looser.
No no no no no no no no oh hell no fuck my life and everything else in the world just fuck-
He somehow shoved a blob of calming blankness into my mind, shutting off any real functioning thoughts or actions I might have been trying to do. My heartbeat also gradually slowed down to its normal pattern and stopped ringing in my ears like an overly loud bass.
While I was trying to figure out why he just did that, I was then confronted with the fact that he was closing the space between our faces without me noticing.
I used my last bit of concentration that I had to turn my head away from his so that nothing would happen that I wasn't prepared for. He however didn't seem to care, and proceeded to place his feather-light lips on my exposed neck instead.
Fighting off a strange shiver, I made a groaning noise. "Knock it off with your shit. I know I pissed you off, but this is no way to get revenge for it. Get off."
He made an almost silent humming sound before replying, which vibrated onto my skin and gave me a real shiver this time. "Would you prefer that I separate your limbs from your body one by one, and then take out your organs, put them in little plastic bags, and put them back in your body?"
"Yes, actually."
"Hmmmm...too bad."
As he said this, he moved down an inch closer to my collarbone, which was, unknown to myself, a very sensitive place. The heavy shudder that traveled through me was enough to make me forget about my lack of clothing for a moment. In that short moment of time I decided to try one last time to defend myself by attempting to pull my legs away from the grip of his tendrils.
The towel came undone.
...
I was just a second away from having a panic attack, but was puzzlingly calmed by something very strange, probably the strangest thing that happened during that day.
The edges of the towel were not separated like they should have been when I felt them move apart. They were rather being held together by the long white fingers belonging to the being who, just a while ago, was busy proving very efficiently that he could do whatever he wanted to me.
Completely confused at a lot of things, I moved my face forward again and searched his for answers now that he had removed his venomously soft lips from my shoulder. To my disappointment he gave me no explanation and almost suddenly removed himself from me to stand straight once more.
I held the edges of the towel with my own fingers and kept staring at him, sitting up and no longer caring about how the towel was practically riding up my ass now.
He silently vanished.
I saw the clothing atop my dresser that I had originally picked out for the day. They were neatly folded, unlike how I had tossed them haphazardly in a pile on the bathroom counter. My dirty clothes were in the laundry basket where they belonged.
I exhaled a huge breath of defeat and fell back onto the bed.
He didn't come back before I left, though I wasn't expecting him to. The way he'd disappeared previously in the day was a clear sign that he needed some alone time to rethink his sanity(if he had any) and contemplate why he couldn't just kill me and solve his problems altogether.
I was at a gas station putting more fuel in the truck when I found something in my pocket that I hadn't placed there. It was a small folded up piece of paper that upon opening, I discovered had the symbol of a circle with an X through it.
Of course I knew who put it there. Who else would? But...why had he done it?
Assuming the conclusion that he did it just to freak me out, or remind me that I belonged to him, I put it back where I found it and finished putting gas in the truck. Soon after I pulled out onto the road once more.
Now, I realize that I can never fully come to understand him in the slightest, other than what I've observed of his over protective and arrogant attitude. Maybe, though, just maybe, I've been able to figure out what the hell happened in my bedroom back at the house.
My theory is something along the lines that he was only doing all those things to scare me, or just to prove his point. Because when what I feared actually happened, he didn't let it show any part of me that I didn't want him to see. Almost as if he didn't want to see anything if I wasn't ready to show him.
Even with coming to find this answer, I'm still deeply at a loss about why he had done that. He obviously could have done whatever he damn well felt like doing. And yet he hadn't. I knew that it wasn't because he saw how badly I was freaking out and didn't want to give me a heart attack, so what the hell was up with him?
I'll never know, I suppose. Pfft. Men.
"Rei!" Jonathan exclaimed, glomping me and bombarding my ears with all his quick words and agitation which I still had no idea was about.
I struggled to breathe until Charlotte pulled him off and held him back by his arm. She gave me an apologetic smile. "I might have to get a child leash for him. Come inside, Rei."
I pulled my suitcase inside and followed the two to the living room, where their cat Marley greeted me with a yawn followed by a very tired meow. I scratched her head for a minute before taking a seat on the recliner across from my parents who sat on the couch.
"So, now will you tell me why Jonathan is having a mental breakdown?" I asked.
They both exchanged glances and adopted knowing smiles on their faces, though it was Charlotte who explained it to me. "Jonathan won a raffle prize for a thousand dollars just recently. We decided to spend it on a little vacation, with you, for a few days."
Holy shit. Don't get me wrong, that sounds nice, but there are more important things that they could spend the money on instead of a vacation with me. I tried to make it sound as not harsh as possible. "Are you sure? I mean, that's a lot of money. What kind of vacation are you thinking of?"
Jonathan bent down to pet Marley, who then traveled to rub her face on my legs, and I was forced to pet her next.
Charlotte was the one who answered me. "That's what we need to talk to you about. We want you to choose at least one thing. We have the first couple days planned, sort of, but since you're going too, it's fair that you get to have a say in it."
Oh...great. I've never had any kind of vacation thing. I have no idea what to even start with. Even if my brain was at its fully functioning capacity, which it very well is not, I wouldn't be any help in deciding anything on this subject.
Seeing my loss for words, Charlotte patted Marley and saved me from further interrogation. "You don't need to decide right now if you don't want to. We have a couple days before it's your turn. Why don't you get some sleep? You must be exhausted after your trip."
Oh yes please.
Jonathan carried my suitcase down the hall despite my protest, while Charlotte and I stayed further behind and walked at a slower pace to our destination. The guest room was painted a sky blue, with a small dresser and two tables, one by the bed and one by the closet. The bed was twice as big as the one back at Tom's house.
My suitcase was placed next to the dresser. After saying a very tired goodnight to my parents, they left and closed the door softly behind them. The room felt a little stuffy. I opened the window and inhaled the crisp night air, watching the lace curtain move a bit with the breeze.
I'm not usually one to be lazy, but at this moment I was far beyond caring. I slipped out of my jeans and simply crawled into bed wearing only my underclothes and my loose tank top. Not before pulling the piece of paper out of my pocket, however. I kept it in my hand while I wrapped myself in the fluffy blankets, poking my hands out of my cocoon to unfold the paper and look at it once more.
I fell asleep with it still in my hands, and the image of his black suit and tie safe in my memory.
Cold air whispered over my bare skin. I shivered, awakening, realizing that I left the window open and didn't close it when I went to bed. But upon opening my eyes, I found that I had much more to worry about than the open window.
His familiar white face was about a foot from mine, hovering right above me, along with the rest of his elongated body. He was entrapping me with his form and just looking at me, doing nothing else.
I could hear the lace curtain flapping quietly from the icy wind. However I couldn't focus my attention on anything else, probably because the sight of him was having more of an effect on me than it would be if I weren't so tired.
I probably should have been more self-conscious of the fact that I was on my side and the blankets were now only covering my feet, leaving the rest of me uncovered. Sleepily I turned the upper half of me so that it was laying flat, while my lower half was still on its side. I also pulled my legs up a little closer to myself in an attempt to be warmer.
It felt like my hair was spread out all around my head, with only a few strands falling onto my face. Very tiredly I blinked up at him, trying to figure out how he had gotten here and what reason he had for being with me.
He seemed to know what I was wondering and held up the piece of paper with his symbol on it. In my exhausted state I would only later realize that this explained that he actually did have something important to do with the symbol, but currently I couldn't think correctly, and his nearness wasn't helping.
I just wanted to go to sleep. Him being this close was causing an awakening fire to run through me and making me want to do things that I knew I couldn't. So I lifted a hand and pushed on his chest feebly to try and tell him to go away.
To my shock, he took my hand with his and pressed it down on the mattress so quickly that I could hardly process it as it happened. He held it there up by my head, his soft skin caressing mine at the contact point and giving fuel to the mix of hot and cold fire in my stomach.
His form lowered so that the fabric of his suit brushed faintly against my bare skin and cut off the cold from making me shiver any more. In the moments that followed, it was as if all time and all sound had just halted and would never be able to affect us no matter what.
I smelled his scent of fresh snow and just as I did so, his impossibly tender lips fit perfectly to mine with a force of consuming desire that pulled away all my sanity.
It only took me about 27 chapters, but I fucking did it! XD
I feel unnaturally excited about uploading this...oh well. I'm sure nothing bad will happen-*gets impaled onto a tree, courtesy of our dear Slenderman*
Ahahaha I deserve that. Very much so.
I felt bad about the author's note thingy, and I randomly decided to force myself to do a chapter, and I'd say it worked out pretty well. I've been wanting to mash Rei and Slendy's faces together for quite a while now.
And I'm doing rather well, thanks to all of you who asked. Now...I want you to tell me how you DON'T want me to end this story. Not saying I'm going to end it soon, cause I have no fudging idea about when that will happen, but I just want to know how NOT to piss you all off XD
And uh...I had a dream about Slenderman. He was wearing running shorts with his suit. He kept running after me cause I was like "NO SLENDY DON'T KILL MEEEEE" and I was trying to get away from him and his *shudder* shorts. Yeah...he's definitely going to kill me soon.
Anyone else have any weird-ass dreams? XD
You know what would be the bestest most awesome most badass-est thing of all? If someone made some sort of cover art for this. It could be anything. Literally anything that someone could take the time on would be the greatest thing in the history of the universe.
Pwease? Whoever does this can request a chapter written by me just for them, or something cool like that. I'm kinda begging you. I would do it myself but I have no fancy computer art programs and my traditional art skills suck assballs.
It could be an early Birfday present for me...cuz my Birfday is this week...
