Finally the sequel to Demon enfant; Double demons. This story is based around the twins Perle and Imi, and starts just after Demon enfant finished. If you haven't read demon enfant I suggest that you do or this might not make much sense.
Reveiws appreiciated!
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Faces loomed up from the depths of the darkness. Horrible faces; faces that were not of this world. Jeuneun desperately tryed to find something to cling too, something, anything, just to stop himself falling into the pit of faces. He chanced a look down and there were two that stood out, two twins, their mouths leering and their eyes huge empty voids standing out horribly against their deathly pale skin; whithered and hanging loose so that you could almost see their skulls, their long filthy black hair dripping blood onto their dresses. One of them pulled out an ematciated hand, its nails black and chiped and touched his face.
He woke with a gasp to see his sisters sitting on the edge of his bed. The faces had been theirs, there was no doubt about it although their appearance in real life was somewhat different; they had long glossy black hair and rosy faces. They were quite pretty really although they were only seven. They looked like their mother persephone. Their hands and nails were perfect although Imi had chosen to chew hers and they were a little more rounded than Perle's. he looked down at his own nails and saw that the ends of the the claws were caked in blood. It looked like he had given Imi quite a nasty scratch. Tears were running down her round cheeks. He leaned over and hugged her slight frame "You know not to creep up on me like that." Imi nodded. Perle who was the more dominant twin joined in the hug "Imi got scared of the storm."
Jeuneun glanced up at his window and saw that rain was beatng on it harshly and lightning was peircing the sky. He wiped the blood of Imi's cheek and she jumped as thunder rumbled. Jeuneun patted the bed beside him and the girls climbed further up the bed next to him. Imi was whimpering. "Coundn't you have woken Mama and Papa up instead?" he asked "Your room's nearer." sqeaked Imi. "Right." he replied "It's time for me to change rooms." Perle gave him a weak little shove. She was scared of the storm too but she'd never admit it out loud. "I bet Cypress isn't scared and she's down in the twins room." Imi shuddered she didn't like it down there one bit, and the other twins gave her the creeps. She cuddled up further to her brother. He could mean sometimes but all brothers were like that she supposed.
When the girls were asleep Jeuneun just watched them. He couldn't sleep because whenever he was near them - anywhere near them - he had that dream. The dream about those awful faces. He had no idea what it meant but he knew it wasn't good. It couldn't be. He had tryed talking to his father; the merovingian about it but he had just mumbled something about a glitch in the girls coding and carried on going about his buisness. He had tryed talkng to Persephone about it but she had just said that she knew nothing about how the merovingian had made the girls and that he would have to talk to him. The dreams bothered him greatly. They were so... disturbing.
Jeuneun knew that he wouldn't be able to stay awake all night and sooner or later he felt himself sliping into the warm embrace of sleep.
The warm turned to cold, he knew he was was back in the pit of faces. All of them leering at him, bearing their long sharp teeth, their eyes glowing pits in their deathly pale skin. Their breath on his face was alost unbearable, whereas human breath was warm, theirs was cold and harsh. They were drawing in great gagged breaths and there were whispers all around him. Noises that seemed to be coming from mouths that were not built to speak human languages. Do you think that is air you are breathing? Asked one of them, the corners of its mouth curling upwards in something resembling a cruel smile.
Suddenly the faces moved aside and the whispers turned from taunting to a respectful tone
the mistress
the mistress is coming
the mistress is here
Jeuneun looked up to see a dead woman, or at least she looked dead. More dead than any of the others; she resembled the twin girls but she was much taller and older. She walked with grace and posture, slowly, as if trying to prolong Jeuneun's torment. Her hair, like the girls, was also black, yet red with blood and it dripped as she walked. She was almost skeletal exept for her stomach which was what Jeuneun found the most disturbing; whether alive or dead she was heavily pregnant. Despite all this there was no denying who it was; it was Persephone. She reached out and touched his face and he woke up again. This time it wa morning. The birds were singing and the light shone through the window onto his face. His arms felt wet. He figured it was only sweat but when he lookd don he was wrong. It was blood.
The girls were still lying on top of him but they weren't his sisters. They were the things from his dream.
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Cool start? Bad start? What do you think? I watched The Ring before hand (Yes I have a copy of it) and it might have inspired this a little bit. Ok. Maybe a lot. I'm also reading a book called poison which might have inspired this a little bit. Was it scary? It'll get more Matrix-y as it goes on.
Reveiw please! I'd apprieciate it muchly!
Reveiws appreiciated!
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Faces loomed up from the depths of the darkness. Horrible faces; faces that were not of this world. Jeuneun desperately tryed to find something to cling too, something, anything, just to stop himself falling into the pit of faces. He chanced a look down and there were two that stood out, two twins, their mouths leering and their eyes huge empty voids standing out horribly against their deathly pale skin; whithered and hanging loose so that you could almost see their skulls, their long filthy black hair dripping blood onto their dresses. One of them pulled out an ematciated hand, its nails black and chiped and touched his face.
He woke with a gasp to see his sisters sitting on the edge of his bed. The faces had been theirs, there was no doubt about it although their appearance in real life was somewhat different; they had long glossy black hair and rosy faces. They were quite pretty really although they were only seven. They looked like their mother persephone. Their hands and nails were perfect although Imi had chosen to chew hers and they were a little more rounded than Perle's. he looked down at his own nails and saw that the ends of the the claws were caked in blood. It looked like he had given Imi quite a nasty scratch. Tears were running down her round cheeks. He leaned over and hugged her slight frame "You know not to creep up on me like that." Imi nodded. Perle who was the more dominant twin joined in the hug "Imi got scared of the storm."
Jeuneun glanced up at his window and saw that rain was beatng on it harshly and lightning was peircing the sky. He wiped the blood of Imi's cheek and she jumped as thunder rumbled. Jeuneun patted the bed beside him and the girls climbed further up the bed next to him. Imi was whimpering. "Coundn't you have woken Mama and Papa up instead?" he asked "Your room's nearer." sqeaked Imi. "Right." he replied "It's time for me to change rooms." Perle gave him a weak little shove. She was scared of the storm too but she'd never admit it out loud. "I bet Cypress isn't scared and she's down in the twins room." Imi shuddered she didn't like it down there one bit, and the other twins gave her the creeps. She cuddled up further to her brother. He could mean sometimes but all brothers were like that she supposed.
When the girls were asleep Jeuneun just watched them. He couldn't sleep because whenever he was near them - anywhere near them - he had that dream. The dream about those awful faces. He had no idea what it meant but he knew it wasn't good. It couldn't be. He had tryed talking to his father; the merovingian about it but he had just mumbled something about a glitch in the girls coding and carried on going about his buisness. He had tryed talkng to Persephone about it but she had just said that she knew nothing about how the merovingian had made the girls and that he would have to talk to him. The dreams bothered him greatly. They were so... disturbing.
Jeuneun knew that he wouldn't be able to stay awake all night and sooner or later he felt himself sliping into the warm embrace of sleep.
The warm turned to cold, he knew he was was back in the pit of faces. All of them leering at him, bearing their long sharp teeth, their eyes glowing pits in their deathly pale skin. Their breath on his face was alost unbearable, whereas human breath was warm, theirs was cold and harsh. They were drawing in great gagged breaths and there were whispers all around him. Noises that seemed to be coming from mouths that were not built to speak human languages. Do you think that is air you are breathing? Asked one of them, the corners of its mouth curling upwards in something resembling a cruel smile.
Suddenly the faces moved aside and the whispers turned from taunting to a respectful tone
the mistress
the mistress is coming
the mistress is here
Jeuneun looked up to see a dead woman, or at least she looked dead. More dead than any of the others; she resembled the twin girls but she was much taller and older. She walked with grace and posture, slowly, as if trying to prolong Jeuneun's torment. Her hair, like the girls, was also black, yet red with blood and it dripped as she walked. She was almost skeletal exept for her stomach which was what Jeuneun found the most disturbing; whether alive or dead she was heavily pregnant. Despite all this there was no denying who it was; it was Persephone. She reached out and touched his face and he woke up again. This time it wa morning. The birds were singing and the light shone through the window onto his face. His arms felt wet. He figured it was only sweat but when he lookd don he was wrong. It was blood.
The girls were still lying on top of him but they weren't his sisters. They were the things from his dream.
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Cool start? Bad start? What do you think? I watched The Ring before hand (Yes I have a copy of it) and it might have inspired this a little bit. Ok. Maybe a lot. I'm also reading a book called poison which might have inspired this a little bit. Was it scary? It'll get more Matrix-y as it goes on.
Reveiw please! I'd apprieciate it muchly!