Just Misunderstood
By: TheSilverHyena
Warning:: Contains Mature/Adult Content, Violence and Gore, and Adult Language. If you cannot HANLDE these sorts of things, you might want to go elsewhere. Don't say I didn't warn you.
Chapter 15: Through Her Eyes
Blake shivered, hearing Thomas' gruff, gravely voice in her mind. Gazing up at the massive, masked brute positioning himself over her made the girl not only feel very small... but very vulnerable. She curled in on herself, up until Thomas gently grabbed hold of her hip to hold her still and pushed his knee forward, encouraging the girl to spread her legs for him. A slight, frightened whimper escaped Blake's mouth when she felt his large fingers massaging her naked sex, which slowly turned into a soft, wanting moan.
Feeling her tender, wet, pink flesh again brought about complete bliss for Thomas, one he would have enjoyed experiencing every day. The scent of her wetness nearly drove him mad with the desire to slide into Blake's soft, warm sheath and pound her like he'd never get to enjoy her again. He brushed his fingers along her exposed clit, causing her to gasp. Determining that she was adequately wet enough to accommodate his length and girth comfortably, Thomas pressed the tip of his member against Blake's exposed slit and leaned in his face in close to hers, as though he was about to attempt to kiss her on the lips.
This caused the girl to squirm uncomfortably. Not just because she felt his erect cock up against her, ready for penetration... but because...
"W-wait... T-Tommy... p-please, I-," Blake hesitated for a moment, not wanting to upset him.
Thomas stopped his advance, at first disappointed and saddened by what he thought was rejection. However, when Blake lifted her chained hands up to his cheeks, trying to feel beneath the leathery, skin mask he had been wearing, the massive brute nearly looked as scared as she was.
'Nice, sweet, Blake... upset?' Thomas' gruff voice echoed, in her mind.
With a partial, sad smile, Blake shook her head, "N-no... I-I just d-don't w-want t-to see him," she whispered, softly as she undid one of the leather ties holding Thomas' skin mask on, "I... I w-would r-r-rather l-look upon the face o-of Thomas Brown Hewitt."
Honestly, Thomas seemed so shocked in that moment he didn't even fully realize what Blake was doing. The girl never broke eye contact, blinking right up into those surprisingly beautiful brown eyes of his as she untied the other straps, moving ever so slowly. In an instinctual, gut reaction, Thomas let out a frightened whimper and grabbed her wrist before Blake could remove the mask, causing her to yelp softly out of surprise and stop. His heart thundered in his chest. What if she saw him, the real him, and screamed like all the others? Called him foul names? He didn't want her to be afraid, not again.
'But... my Blake...' Thomas reasoned with himself.
"I will not scream..." Blake whispered, a single tear sliding down her cheek, "I-I know w-w-what it's l-like... to be afraid to s-show the real you."
His special girl wasn't like all the others. She was kind, gentle, the one he entrusted to carry his child. While Blake may have been afraid, terrified even, she was prepared to willingly give herself to him. She shared with him a very special gift, her ability to hear his thoughts and let him have a real voice. For her, Thomas would show Blake the beast beneath the leather skin. Together, they peeled the mask of patchwork skin off. As promised, she did not scream.
In that moment, Thomas fought the urge to hide his hideous face. Now he was the one trembling. Yet... Blake smiled softly, feeling his cheek, his real cheek, for the first time. He was hardly what anyone would call pretty to look at, as most of his nose was missing, leaving a hole in his face with some bone partially showing. Around his mouth were several scars, and his upper lip was partially deformed, much like what she had seen a while back in one of her vivid dreams.
"T-t-there you are, Thomas..."
Blake felt a slight flush creep over her skin as the massive brute leaned in closer. Using his left arm to hold himself above her and his right to hold the girl still, he lightly and experimentally touched his chapped, weathered lips to hers. Kissing, an act Thomas had seen his uncle do many times with his girls. Just like with sex, it was something the beast of a man was curious about, but Hoyt always did it in a rough, mean, and forceful way. However, Uncle Hoyt wasn't here to tell him what to do, leaving Thomas free to discover his own approach for himself. While Blake looked quite uneasy and nervous, it dawned on Thomas that she was just as inexperienced as he was with this sort of thing. Grunting softly, he went in again, this time quicker then he intended. A surprised squeal came from Blake as she writhed beneath him, but she hadn't turned him away. It was... quite sloppy, messy, especially when she felt his tongue trying to snake it's way into her mouth. Already, his cock slowly began to penetrate her opening at the same time.
Wincing, Blake closed her eyes, trying not to squirm and lash out, instead clutching onto Thomas' left arm tightly. Any cries were quieted into moans as the brute's tongue explored and tasted her mouth for the first time, all the while carefully sheathing his length within her until he reached the hilt. There was still pain, but it wasn't nearly as bad as it had been the first time. Thomas began to grunt animalistically, settling into her warm, tight, wetness. She was already carrying his child. This was to be about enjoying her, letting her take pleasure in him. He wanted this to last.
When he broke off the kiss, they both panted heavily, Blake whimpering softly. She wriggled around as much as she could, which was difficult, considering Thomas' girth filled her completely. Looking down on her small, vulnerable form laying beneath him, Thomas actually smiled, the first real smile Blake had ever seen from him that wasn't partially obscured by a mask. She was truly beautiful, something Thomas knew he was lucky to have.
'Thomas... love pretty Blake.' he grunted, nuzzling against her neck.
Honestly, Blake wasn't sure what to say, as she was still filled with conflicting emotions. At first, she was beyond terrified, and while still scared, it was slowly being replaced with something else. Pain was giving way to pleasure, and she nearly lost her words. Thomas may have been brutish and inexperienced in the art of love making, but once he began pumping in and out of her in a rhythmic matter, Blake found herself just thinking, 'Prove it...' as she clung to the beast of a man.
Thomas must have heard her. Before long, Blake could feel a gentle, pleasurable tickle originating from her inner most being that quickly erupted into a tidal wave of intense ecstasy. She couldn't hold in the moans and gasps as she shook underneath him, soaking Thomas' engorged cock with her juices. Now well lubricated with her natural fluids, he had a very easy time sliding in and out of her tight wetness. Eventually, Thomas found a spot that with each stroke, caused Blake to writhe and squirm beneath him involuntarily while her entire body flushed an adorable shade of pinkish-red. Eventually, his hand moved from her hip to her tummy, which he stroked lovingly. The girl panted and her heart raced, but not out of the initial terror, but pure, unbridled pleasure. She gushed again, causing Thomas to let out a rather loud, strangled groan from his throat as his eyes nearly rolled back into his head.
The sheer warmth of her tender, sensitive flesh was nearly too much for him. It wouldn't be long now until the titan of a man was ready to cum. Blake's own moans mingled with Thomas', driving him wild, leading him to speed up his pace in order to relieve the pressure building in his painfully throbbing member. A wet slapping sound could be heard with each mighty thrust and while diligent and powerful, he was never rough or abusive with the much smaller female.
"Mmmphhhh... T-Thomas, I-I'm g-going t-t-to-"
Blake was quickly silenced as the massive brute lowered his head to kiss her once again. She let out a surprised squeak, surrendering to him quicker then before, nearly on the edge of oblivion. Unconsciously, the girl wrapped her legs around Thomas' thick, muscular midsection, at least as much as she could, holding onto him tightly. Growling deeply from his throat while still locked in his experimental kiss, Thomas finally came, unleashing his hot, sticky load inside of Blake, filling her with his seed. His massive form trembled and shook in the throws of orgasm, while she was in much the same state of bliss as she squirmed and writhed. Blake's squeals and quick, panting breaths were quieted by the kiss she still shared with Thomas, up until he broke it. Sitting up but still hovering over her, the titan-sized man recovered from the ecstasy, running his hands over Blake's legs, stomach, breast, and neck, emptying out the last spurts of cum.
Right now, the psychic could hardly move from being so exhausted. She was covered in a layer of sweat, which almost made her skin glisten when struck by the light just right. With what sounded like a cross between a sigh and a moan, Blake finally let go of Thomas' arm, which she had clutched so tightly the skin turned red and had marks from where her nails dug in. At first, she was afraid that she accidentally hurt him, but the brute didn't even seem to notice.
'Nice Blake. See? Thomas gentle...' Thomas' gravely voice echoed through her mind.
'T-thank you... f-for l-listening, f-f-for w-waiting for me...' Blake sighed, mentally, '…. and... g-giving me y-your trust...'
Thomas rumbled deeply in his chest, nuzzling against his girl affectionately, taking in her delightful scent. When he brushed Blake's hair out of her face and behind her ear, he couldn't help but notice her face flush a little redder then it already was as she tried to quiet her laugh. Now... why would she do that? Curiously, Thomas lightly ran his large fingers behind her ear and down Blake's cheek. This time, the girl shrank in on herself, trying to turn away, which was difficult when you had a very large male on top of you and you were both still intimately intertwined.
"Thomas... s-stop..." Blake pleaded, trying to hide her shy little laugh.
Another discovery; Thomas found out that his little female was ticklish. He tried behind her ear again, earning the same result, before running his large hands lightly down Blake's sides, belly, and inner thighs, causing her to giggle and use her arms to protect the most sensitive places. Any time she'd try to cover up one spot, Thomas easily enough found another to brush his touch over.
"N-no...no... e-enough of that, Thomas. Hehehe... S-stop." Blake pleaded.
While he wanted to try all over her body, Thomas knew it was better not to overdo it, as he heard a slight yelp of pain from the girl as she twitched, moving her ankle in such a way that she shouldn't have just yet. Once he made sure that she was okay, the beast of a man let up on his exploration and finally withdrew his now flaccid member out of Blake, leaving her feeling somewhat empty, save for the seed he filled her with, warming her belly.
Honestly, Blake didn't quite understand why she was feeling the way she was. At first, she was petrified. Sure, the psychic was still afraid, Thomas was a very large and dangerous man. You'd have to be a fool not to fear him. Yet... the only thing she could figure was that the sheer contentment Thomas felt after what they shared was rubbing off on her, just like how her fear and anger had transferred to him. There was the slightest creep of a blush across his scarred, deformed face as he turned his head away with a soft groan. Perhaps it was the very shyness that overwhelmed Blake in that moment; Thomas must have felt it too.
They lay naked together for a while, basking in the glow of each others' company. With a soft grunt, Thomas placed his hand over Blake's heart, then moved it over his own, waiting for the girl to repeat the gesture. When she did, the brute practically purred, kissing her to the forehead, tenderly. Eventually, the subtly changing colors of the sky outside gave hint to evening drawing near. Soon, it would be time for dinner. Mamma was putting out a special spread tonight, best not to disappoint her. Giving one more kiss to Blake's pregnant belly, Thomas lifted himself up off the bed, disappeared behind the bathroom door, and began filling up the tub for her bath.
*Later that Evening at the Dinner Table*
After getting the girl and himself bathed and presentable, Thomas scooped her up in his arms, (as it was still difficult for Blake to walk with her injured ankle), and carried her downstairs. The chain dragged behind as per usual, but nobody in the house seemed to notice it anymore.
Whatever it was Mamma was cooking, it sure smelled delicious. Of course, Thomas was quite fond of the meals Blake would prepare as well, though with her having been sick and now this, he hadn't gotten to enjoy her cooking for some time. Soon, that would change and the family could be back to normal. (Well, as normal as the Hewitts got, anyways.)
One thing Blake noted as new; the padlock and latch on the sliding metal door to the basement. Since both times she had been down there, along with one burglar, caused near disaster for the family, it was decided by Hoyt and even Thomas to put a halt to the girl's curiosity.
'Poor Kaylie... s-she's still down there...' Blake found herself thinking, sadly.
Now how was she supposed to help that girl escape? Or should Kaylie somehow break loose of her bonds, there'd be no way for her to get out. Blake wasn't sure about what her next move should be. She missed the police officer, her escape attempts failed. Perhaps leading Thomas towards the light was a good start, what she'd already been doing. But now, time was not her friend. Not with a baby on the way. There was no way in Heaven, Earth, or Hell she'd let Thomas' twisted family, the Soldiers of Eternal Damnation, or even that extra crispy dream demon do ANYTHING detrimental to her child. Sensing Blake's distress, Thomas hugged the girl to him, reassuring her that she was safe in his arms.
But... that was the least of her worries, as it was time to try and survive another classic Hewitt barbecue. Had one been unaware of just what it was that graced their table, they might have been tempted to dig in without hesitation. Come to think of it, Blake actually preferred being quarantined in her room, sick, as opposed to trying to hold it in in front of the twisted, demented family.
"There they are!" Luda Mae announced brightly, setting a bowl of potato salad on the table, "Hoyt helped out, made us that barbecue we was gonna have before... well, all that mess happened."
She winced a little from moving her shoulder wrong, which still had the lingering sting of Vex's bite.
"Don't ya lift another finger now, Mamma," Hoyt said, sternly, "Ya done more then nuff already, there."
He flashed a grin at both Blake and Thomas, somehow as if he knew what they had just gotten finished doing, before putting the finishing touches on the... ribs. There was a time Blake greatly enjoyed ribs, charred on the grill and slathered in a sweet, spicy, and tangy sauce. But as soon as Thomas seated her, the girl had to resist the urge to puke right then and there. Oh, those were barbecue ribs alright, just not from pork or beef as the shape and size was clearly that of a human..
"Sure looks good, don't it boy? You love a good Texas barbecue!" Hoyt carried on, patting Thomas' shoulder.
Right now, he had caught Thomas in a good mood, much to Blake's dismay, as she was hoping the brute would belt his uncle a good one across the dining room. Alas, family life seemed to be getting back to what passed for "Normal" around here, as they bowed their heads, said grace, and dug in. While Blake didn't feel like eating much of anything, she ate a little, avoiding the meat like always. Thomas on the other hand wasn't at all shy about wolfing down the ribs greedily, nor anyone else at the table. Another firm reminder to Blake that she had a long, rough road ahead of her. As with issues like smoking or drinking, this wasn't something that could be cured overnight.
"Blake sweetie," Luda Mae chimed, breaking the psychic from her thoughts, "Ya need to eat more then that, yer eatin' fer two now, child. Go on, have some meat, the protein will do ya both some good."
The girl remained quiet, barely shaking her head. No! She would NOT eat it, not ever. But, Luda Mae was right about one thing; Blake couldn't afford to starve herself as she had considered in the past. It wasn't just her own life she was responsible for anymore. Cleverly, she stuck with the "safe" alternatives, such as beans, nuts, and mushrooms.
'She'll come 'round eventually... I know she will.' Luda Mae sighed inwardly, her mind's voice sounding exasperated.
At first, Blake figured that she could breathe easy up until they decided she wasn't taking care of herself and the baby and decided to force feed her. However, one particular snide comment she heard going through Hoyt's head made the psychic grateful that Thomas put himself between her and his uncle, (since if she could easily get to him, she'd have had a VERY hard time resisting the urge to break all the teeth out of that smug smile of his!)
'I know how to give a girl some extra protein... a fun way, I'll have ta show the boy sometime on how ta make her do it to him.'
Once again, Blake felt incredibly violated but said nothing. Sensing how uncomfortable his girl was becoming, Thomas shifted just enough so that his bulk covered her from Hoyt's line of sight.
The dinner lasted longer than Blake was comfortable with, filled with Luda Mae's "mothering tips," things to expect further along, and stories, paired with Hoyt's snide comments intermingled here and there.
During clean up, which Luda Mae insisted Blake only help with light duties, given the condition of her ankle, the psychic asked,
"Ummmm... w-what about... a-a doctor? S-shouldn't I s-start seeing one?"
Thomas became horribly uneasy at the mention of doctors and the entire dining room went frighteningly quiet.
"Nope, no. Tommy here don't like doctors much, neither do I after the shit they tried to pull on us." Hoyt grunted, to which Thomas nodded in agreement, "Besides, the boy here would think they're tryin' ta hurt ya and that'd be a hell of a mess."
'Bad people... have to keep pretty Blake and baby safe.' Thomas' rough voice growled in Blake's head, as he hugged and kissed her on the forehead.
"B-but-?" Blake tried to interject, before Luda Mae took over,
"Don't you worry none, child. Ya remember Henrietta, right?"
Slowly, Blake nodded, 'yeah, how could I forget?' she thought to herself, bitterly, as she wrapped up the leftover veggies and potato salad to put back in the fridge.
"Well, she knows a thing or two about midwifery. Plus she's family, so you can put yer trust in her." Luda Mae continued, "You'll give birth right here in the house, where it's safe."
Yeah... somehow, that didn't inspire any confidence in Blake. Being confined to the house, with someone she didn't know or trust very well doctoring her and her unborn child? Giving birth without a team of doctors and nurses catering to her needs? Blake was already quite sickly, she had no idea just what this pregnancy could do to her later on down the road, especially if they couldn't get a hold of the proper medicines and supplements for her. But Thomas seemed much more relaxed once his Mamma laid down the law, nuzzling against his girl and taking the opportunity to rub her stomach again.
"Come on now, Tommy. We got some shit to take care of in the barn," Hoyt called, "You'll have plenty of time fer that later." he added, with a wink.
Growling softly in his throat, Thomas left Blake in the dining room with Luda Mae, reluctantly following after his uncle. In all honesty, she would have rather he stayed with her.
After dinner was cleaned up and the dishes were done, Luda Mae changed the dressings on Blake's wrists and her ankles, admiring her handiwork once it was all finished.
"There we are, all better," the old woman sighed, with satisfaction, "Now then, we'll be havin' no more of this kinda thing? Can't be givin' us all such a scare, after all."
While it was worded as a question, Blake knew full well it was an order. Of course no one believed that it wasn't she who slit her wrists, (not that "The Dream Demon did it to make it look like I was attempting suicide!" would have been a rational explanation.) However the escape attempts that usually ended in the girl getting hurt, or worse,... well, those were her doing. Luda Mae gave Blake an expectant look while the psychic pondered her answer, finally settling on a small, quiet nod.
"There's a good girl," Luda Mae cooed, with an all too sweet smile, "Now, lets go outside on the porch, it's a lovely evenin'."
She helped Blake from the dining room out onto the chairs set on large front porch. As Luda Mae said, the evening was quite nice, not to hot, not too cool, just right. Toby could be heard, barking from the barn. Blake hadn't seen the poor creature for a while and although Thomas was taking care of him, she wanted to see her furry friend. Once the girl was settled in her seat, Luda Mae went back inside, returning shortly with a small sewing kit and a half-finished dress she was working on. With a tall glass of iced tea by her side, the elderly woman picked back up where she left off, though not before giving Blake a project of her own to start.
"Ya know how to sew, don'tcha, child?" she inquired, "Hmhm, I mean, yer skills in the kitchen were a wonderful surprise."
"A-a little," Blake admitted, "I fixed t-the teddy bear t-that my friend gave to me a long time ago and I've h-had to patch up clothes before."
Hearing this, Luda Mae beamed, "Wonderful. We'll fine tune yer skills soon nuff. I like to have a little company while I work, besides, sewin' is a good skill fer a mother to have. If nothin' comes along, yer little one will need somethin' to wear."
Blake swallowed the lump in her throat, staring at the thread and needle in her hand, then down to her stomach. She could feel the little spawn in there, faintly fluttering and squirming about. After a month or two, her condition would be quite obvious.
"W-what a-are you making?" she asked, nervously.
"Why, a lovely new dress fer you, sweetheart," the elderly woman answered, "It'll better accommodate ya once yer baby starts growin'. Oh... it's such a beautiful thing... that little blessing my sweet Tommy put into yer belly."
While Luda Mae may have been ecstatic about her future grand baby, Blake was just terrified. It didn't feel like a blessing at all, and that saddened the mother to be more then anything else. This precious life that was beginning to flourish inside of her, the uncertainty of what to do when it finally came outside into the world. What if there were complications? Like twins? Or... the major complication Blake didn't even want to think about but always had lingering in her mind.
Steeling herself, Blake brought up her biggest concern of all, "Mrs. Hewitt? D-do you remember w-when I told y-you about... that cult t-that was hunting me?" she questioned, "The Soldiers of Eternal Damnation?"
Upon hearing that name, Luda Mae stopped what she was doing. Blake could tell that she was noticeably agitated, but trying to hide it from her. From the old woman's lips came one story, but her thoughts clearly told another.
'Damn it! I ain't about to let them bunch of devil-worshiping weirdos ruin this family. Thought fer sure she'd let it rest after Thomas took care of them two!'
Putting on her sweet and gentle facade, Luda Mae firmly stated, "But darlin', Tommy's already taken care of it. There was the ones at the station and then... what happened a little while ago. Yer plenty safe here with my boy watchin' out fer ya. Now," she cut Blake off before the girl could get in a word edgewise, "I don't wanna hear no more 'bout it. No need ta git yerself all worked up, it ain't good fer the baby. This here is our home, and we ain't never gonna abandon it, especially over somethin' so silly."
'What'd they even want with the poor, sweet thing? Must have somethin' to do with those pretty eyes, prolly think sacrificin' her to some blasphemous devil is gonna grant them magic powers or some such nonsense. Ain't gonna happen. Girl's family, and we watch out fer our own.'
Sighing in defeat, Blake didn't press the issue any further and returned to her sewing. She already knew it wouldn't do any good to warn the old harpy that there were WAY more of them out there. Of course, Luda Mae had already suspected that there may be more members of the cult, but she just wanted Blake to pipe down, not to stress, and just go back to being a good, obedient, domesticated little housewife. Granted, the elderly woman was partially right about why they were after Blake, they thought that sacrificing her to their demons would grant them powers, but it wasn't because of the genetic abnormality of her eyes. (That was just a nifty bonus!)
'And the less spoken about Amelia Rake, the better!' Blake thought to herself, bitterly, 'Or w-what t-they'll d-do to-'
No. No! It was better not to think on it too greatly. The things those cruel, vile, and demented people would do with her baby, even while it was still in the womb; she knew it would even turn Luda Mae's cast iron stomach. That old woman truly had NO idea just WHAT these people were... or how far they'd go to get what they wanted.
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Eventually, Blake lost track of time, quietly working with the needle and thread as the baby gown in her hands was starting to take the correct form. (Given her inexperience, a misplaced stitch or five was to be expected.) Once she and Luda Mae quieted, the girl found herself thinking long and hard, so much in fact the psychic hardly noticed just how dark it was outside, and that she was working under the illumination of the porch light. When Blake glanced over to where the old bat had been seated, she was almost startled for a moment when she realized Luda Mae was no where to be seen. In fact, the girl was all by herself, no pain in her wrists or ankles, freed of her bindings, and wearing that white, angelic sundress, though there was one huge difference.
"M-my... oh... oh my gosh..." she panted, partially panicked, yet also oddly intrigued.
Gently, Blake stroked her much larger, protruding belly. By rough estimate, she was at about seven or eight months along. But... this wasn't right! Blake had only just discovered that she was with child. Slowly and nervously, the psychic set down her sewing and made her way down the stairs, carefully. Looking back at the old farmhouse, it had altered completely. Standing in it's place was what appeared to be a luxury cabin, long since overgrown and overtaken by the forest surrounding it, but salvageable. The air here was much cooler, filled with the scent of earth and pine. At once, Blake knew where she was,
"Crystal Lake... b-but why-?"
Before she could take another step, the buzz and hum of white noise rang his her ears, causing her to flinch and close her eyes in discomfort. When the painful sound cleared, Blake opened them again and lowered her hands from covering her ears, the visage of her father was right in front of her, one hand at his side, the other touching her shoulder,
"D-daddy-?!" she cried out in surprise, nearly falling backwards, "I-I thought-"
"They aren't getting rid of ME that easily, kitten..." Tobias' voice echoed as a subtle smirk crossed his face, "I made a promise, after all."
Tears welled up in Blake's eyes as all the memories, good and bad, flooded her all at once, drowning her like a tidal wave. She, she had honestly thought that she lost him for good the night Hoyt killed Jason, "P-please d-daddy... f-forgive m-me... I-I failed y-you. I n-nearly gave into t-that same hatred that twisted mother into what she was... a-and..." she paused, feeling horribly ashamed of her large, pregnant stomach in that moment.
"But you didn't give into it, did you? And that's what matters. You haven't failed me, kitten. The day you fail me is the day you give up and choose to join me on your own terms," Tobias stated, firmly, "You're stronger then any of them will ever know. Survive, no matter what it takes. Keep bonding with Thomas and I KNOW he will protect you... and my grandchild. Guide him, something out there beyond our comprehension lead you too him for a reason. Hmhm... seems like you're the Guardian Angel now, Blake."
As he spoke, Blake felt a light scratching on her leg, followed by a soft whine. There, sitting next to her was Toby, tilting his head before giving a slight nod. Of course, there was still another vessel for her father to inhabit in the real world. Gently, Blake ran her fingers through the German Shepherd's thick, course fur.
"I'm sorry about what happened to Jason. He was my friend too," Tobias paused, taking in a deep sigh, "We couldn't sit by and-and just let t-that bastard- -sigh- You never did anything to deserve what's happened to you, Blake."
"I-I know Hoyt is the real reason y-you w-were... murdered. The Soldiers of Eternal Damnation wounded you, but h-he pulled the trigger that ended your life." Blake said, barely choking back her sobs, "W-when I-I get my chance, I will find a way to make sure that... that... he... pays... f-for... his crimes."
There was so much more that she wanted to say, to do, but it felt as though something was beginning to pull against her, an invisible force dragging her out of this beautiful place and back to reality. Tobias' form started to stretch further and further away, eventually vanishing in the shadows of the trees. Blake struggled, desperately trying to locate her father's spirit but was unable to move. Then the white noise began to hum so loudly in her ears that it hurt, intermingled with several other voices that Blake couldn't clearly make out. Like several people saying things all at the same time, overlapping one another. Though even over the noise, she could faintly hear her father's words before being ripped away completely,
"That he did. And I will see to it that he meets with an equally terrible end. But, The Damnation is still out there as well. Eventually, they will find you, my child. Stay strong. Stay brave. And remember... I will never leave you, kitten..."
"D-daddy?!" Blake called out, her voice both frightened and confused.
Suddenly, she lurched awake with a start. Looking around, Blake saw that she was back at the old farmhouse, shackled and tethered, in her chair on the porch, obviously having fallen asleep while working on her project. Luda Mae, Thomas, and Hoyt were all looking down at her while Uncle Monty squeezed in where he could to watch what was going on. The girl still had a groggy look of confusion on her face, leaving Thomas quite concerned.
"Thank heavens, child," Luda Mae sighed, with relief, "Ya nodded off andja wouldn't wake up. Dreamin' 'boutcher daddy there? Nice, polite man, I gotta say. Raised such a sweet daughter."
Blake winced slightly, the pain in her wrists and ankle creeping up on her. It was just another one of her vivid dreams. However, a small smile did cross her face, she knew that her daddy was still there, watching out for her. The girl threw a small glance at Luda Mae, narrowing her eyes slightly, though it didn't last long as they began to close again from fatigue.
"See boy? Nothin' ta worry 'bout! There ain't no way some lil' ol' dream could hurt yer lil' lady." Hoyt said, giving Thomas a reassuring pat on the back, "Or my lil' nephew or niece you filled her with, heheh!"
While Thomas stooped down so that he could shift Blake into his arms, the girl cast a rather intrigued, if sleepy, look at Hoyt. She knew her father's spirit was angry at him, as the girl had witnessed when it manifested itself through her dogs. Just what exactly did Tobias have in mind for Hoyt? What else was there that she saw? Crystal Lake, that cabin, and heavily pregnant on top of it? Maybe a premonition of what would soon come to pass? Returning to a place where she always felt happy and safe, something the girl wanted more than anything. Then there was Thomas. All this time, wishing that there was someone out there to swoop in and save her... when she herself was the Guardian Angel all along. Blake nestled against the brute, giving him a quick kiss just where the neck met with shoulder before falling into a light doze as he carried her upstairs to their bedroom.
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That night, as soon as Blake was changed into her nightgown and tucked under the covers, she was fast asleep. Thomas soon settled in afterward, cleaning himself up beforehand. For the first half of the night, all was blissful for the new father to be. He finally felt happy, like the missing parts of his life finally fit themselves into the puzzle to fill the void. But into the very early morning hours, Thomas felt... strange. He had dreamed before to be certain, many times in fact. But this felt different. Far too real, but no matter how hard he tried he would not wake up.
For the first time in a long time, Thomas felt very small. Like he was a child again. He was in a house that he didn't recognize; cozy and comfortable, but much smaller then his own.
"Daddy!" cried a young girl's voice, cheerfully.
While the voice was a girl, Thomas felt himself moving... with her, almost as though his soul was inside her body, seeing what she was seeing, and just being along for the ride. It was the strangest feeling. Thomas saw a man with tattoos on his arms and a few piercings on his face and ears approach, bending down to scoop the child up in his arms. That was... Tobias, Blake's father. Much younger, but he remembered that man from the convenience store!
"There's my little kitten. Remember, Todd and Mandy are going to pick you up after school, since daddy has to go to work early today." Tobias said, kissing the girl's forehead, "They may be running a bit late, so just stay at school until they show up."
While the little girl eagerly nodded her head, it dawned on Thomas that... this was Blake. A very young Blake. He was... momentarily living in her shoes, completely unsure of how he got there or why he couldn't wake up. In a matter of seconds, the scenery shifted, becoming a small elementary school. "Springwood Elementary" to be exact. Of course, this brought up bad memories for Thomas of his own tormented youth; always dreading going out into the schoolyard. Getting beaten and bullied while the inattentive adults turned a blind eye. Taking a seat in the back corner, as far from everyone else as possible. But Blake... she just seemed so happy and comfortable here. Kind and gentle towards everyone she crossed paths with. But the bliss didn't last long. While playing on the swing set, watching the birds on a nearby tree, someone suddenly grabbed the child from behind!
Blake tried to scream, but a hand clamped over her mouth as her arms were painfully forced behind her back. While she struggled, a voice hissed in her ear, "Keep fighting, and we'll make you watch as we cut out your daddy's heart... before making you eat it!"
Terrified, confused, and unsure of what else to do, Blake stopped fighting. For as powerful as he was, Thomas couldn't move, or make Blake move. Why didn't she fight? Was it because of what they threatened to do to her father? He of all people knew how important family was. Even at such a young age, she was trying to protect her daddy. But at what cost?
Everything began to feel cold. Freezing. Stripped naked and completely immobile. Sometimes hogtied and left on the floor, other times bound to a post, usually gagged except on the rare occasion some dark, robbed, faceless figure forced some food and water down her throat. Thomas could feel Blake's pain, from the beatings, cuts, the course ropes cutting into tender skin, and being dragged from one unfamiliar and frightening location to the next.
The overwhelming scent of herbs, incense, and stagnant burlap stung Thomas' nostrils and he felt Blake shivering from where she had been left. Without warning, more people stomped into the room, tearing the bag off of the child's head. Blake's heart pounded wildly as she was dragged down a flight of stairs. They were all in some sort of lodge, out in the woods during the Winter, at night, very secluded. The air was smokey and thick, men and women, all wearing dark robes and occultist symbolism of some sort or another crowded around, in the midst of some sort of blood orgy.
Then he saw her. Standing over a wooden alter that was slathered in a layer of thick, sticky blood was a terribly frightening woman. Her eyes, bright, unnatural amber, hate-filled like the devil itself. Icy white hair, tied back in a ponytail, but flecked with blood. She was dressed in finer garments then the rest of the people there, and proudly displayed her upside down, goat's head golden pentagram.
"Let my dreams become reality." she whispered, watching with a sick grin as Blake was dragged closer and closer.
What Thomas would have given for his chainsaw right about now! He'd seen that symbolism enough times to know that it meant bad people. The people that wanted to hurt Blake and take her away from him! Struggling violently yet loosing control, Thomas nearly felt himself slip into panic when he saw that strange, amber-eyed cult mistress hold aloft a glove fitted with knives on the fingers, like claws. He wanted to wake up, right now. This wasn't real, it's couldn't be. But now he had to make sure his pretty Blake and unborn baby were okay!
Several sets of rough hands forced Blake's body up, onto the alter, leaving her to the mercy of that horrible woman. Thomas grunted in pain as the blade cut into Blake's arm, causing the blood to slowly drip from the wound. All around, the crowd of drunken, half-naked, and stoned acolytes cheered and hooted wildly. No... NO! They were going to KILL Blake!
"Tonight... we bathe our new arrivals in pleasures of the flesh... and the blood of the innocent. So... my question to you is... who would like the first taste?"
Right after that vile woman's announcement, the disturbingly realistic dream took a wild and unexpected turn. Shattered glass, fires burning, the lights going out, bloody bodies falling to the floor, gasping for their last, pathetic breaths, and a LOT of terrified screaming. Thomas could make out a shadowy figure through all the madness, nearly as big, if not bigger, then himself, cutting through the hordes with a machete like they were nothing! A smaller, sleeker form followed suit, slaughtering those that tried to escape.
There was a deafening silence once the slaughter was over... then large hands gripped the child's freezing cold body, freed her of her bonds and wrapped her up in a thick, ragged old jacket. Thomas... hadn't seen a mask like that before, off-white, hard plastic, and full of battle-scars. This strange, huge man was very muscular, well built and powerful, yet he cradled Blake carefully in his arms. His companion had since lowered the black scarf from over her nose and mouth, revealing a lithe, beautiful, albeit small woman.
"Are you my Guardian Angels?" the skittish child's voice asked, glancing from the masked beast to the woman.
Just as the woman nodded her head, moving her lips but with no voice coming from her mouth, Thomas abruptly shot awake with a strangled snarl caught in his throat. An icy cold sweat covered him from head to toe, leaving the massive brute quite shaken. Looking around, heart thundering in his chest, he found that he was still in his and Blake's room, back home... he never left – Blake!
'My pretty Blake! My baby...' Thomas whimpered, mentally.
In a panic, he groped around in the darkness, making sure that his girl was right where he had left her. Thomas didn't know or understand what had happened. He'd never experienced anything like it in his life, and he could not settle until he knew that Blake and their unborn child were safe and sound, at his side where they belonged.
::To be Continued::
Author's Notes: Okies, as promised, a heartfelt and adorable smut scene. You're welcome! I also thought it'd be enjoyable to mix in Blake's first unmasking of ol' Leatherface here, since up until this point, she hasn't seen the real him. Both are at their most vulnerable and put a lot of trust in each other. And first time kissing... based on how I view kissing irl... not that I'd be an expert on such matters. Just seems like a sloppy, awkward mess to me.
For some of you, I may have ruined BBQ forever.
And more of Blake's vivid dreams. However, I really liked the prospect of those vivid dreams beginning to rub off on Thomas. Blake's gotten a glimpse into his past, now he's seen some of hers, not to mention saw things that cannot be unseen. Plus I even put in a little backstory on the day Blake was initially kidnapped as a child before the cult took her to Crystal Lake. Personally, I think it really shows that the bond is deepening between the two of them. (Now, this isn't a nightly, always going to happen sort of thing, but more of now and then.)
A little bit longer chapter then I intended, but consider this the calm before the storm!
Reviews, Faves, and Follows are always appreciated and my PM is open. Hope you enjoy.
Disclaimer:: I do not claim to own The Texas Chainsaw Massacre/Nightmare on Elm Street or any of it's characters. The references to Jason Voorhees and Lisa Voorhees are from Lady_Vorrhees' story, The Strange Good Girl.