Disclaimer: What is the point of these things, other than to rub in my face
that Paul never has been, and never can be mine? (King can keep Mary... but...
sniffle Paul belongs to him too... grr!!!)
H2O Angel: Nice to know people are appreciating this... I wasn't sure it was gonna go over well... Leen713: I feel the same way... Who cares about everyone else? (
Now, without further ado... ________________________________________________________________________
The boy passed quickly from one place to the next and was soon where he wanted to be. He was standing in a small room, occupied by a single bed where lay a small child – sleeping soundly.
The little girl rang her bell softly, so as not to wake the child. She looked up as the boy entered the room. She watched him cautiously – careful not to take he eyes off of him for even a second.
She was afraid of him. Good. He smiled at her – more of a smirk, mocking her distrust. His dark eyes glinted evilly as he spoke.
"Hello Mary."
His voice was low and smooth, "Taking another are you?"
Mary stopped ringing her bell as the sleeping child's heart stopped beating. The machine near the bed began shrieking loudly – but neither of them paid it any attention.
Mary stepped back apprehensively.
"Stay away from me!"
The boy took a step forward, then another, closing the space between them.
"Where's your pet, Mary? Did the fleabag finally leave you alone?"
Mary was close to tears as she answered.
"Go away!"
The boy laughed mirthlessly.
"What're you gonna do Mary? Your pet isn't here to protect you this time."
He sneered, baring his teeth like a wolf about to attack. Mary was backed up against the wall. The boy cleared the last few feet between them with a sudden movement, shoving Mary backwards and wrapping his fingers in a tight grip around her throat.
Her breathing came in choked sobs and her eyes were wide with terror as he lifted her chin with his finger.
"Scared Mary?"
She didn't answer. Tears were streaming down her cheeks as she whispered hoarsly.
"Ansebeth!" The boy growled angrily. "Oh no you don't!"
It was her fault he was like this, her fault he was here. He was going to make her pay – make her feel the pain that he had suffered.
He shoved her chin even further up as he leaned in; preparing to sink has fangs deep into her throat. Just before he could bite down, though, Mary screamed at the top of her voice.
"Ansebeth!"
The boy looked up just in time to see the giant anteater running, full stride, towards him. It opened its mouth wide, displaying its hundreds of razor sharp teeth.
H2O Angel: Nice to know people are appreciating this... I wasn't sure it was gonna go over well... Leen713: I feel the same way... Who cares about everyone else? (
Now, without further ado... ________________________________________________________________________
The boy passed quickly from one place to the next and was soon where he wanted to be. He was standing in a small room, occupied by a single bed where lay a small child – sleeping soundly.
The little girl rang her bell softly, so as not to wake the child. She looked up as the boy entered the room. She watched him cautiously – careful not to take he eyes off of him for even a second.
She was afraid of him. Good. He smiled at her – more of a smirk, mocking her distrust. His dark eyes glinted evilly as he spoke.
"Hello Mary."
His voice was low and smooth, "Taking another are you?"
Mary stopped ringing her bell as the sleeping child's heart stopped beating. The machine near the bed began shrieking loudly – but neither of them paid it any attention.
Mary stepped back apprehensively.
"Stay away from me!"
The boy took a step forward, then another, closing the space between them.
"Where's your pet, Mary? Did the fleabag finally leave you alone?"
Mary was close to tears as she answered.
"Go away!"
The boy laughed mirthlessly.
"What're you gonna do Mary? Your pet isn't here to protect you this time."
He sneered, baring his teeth like a wolf about to attack. Mary was backed up against the wall. The boy cleared the last few feet between them with a sudden movement, shoving Mary backwards and wrapping his fingers in a tight grip around her throat.
Her breathing came in choked sobs and her eyes were wide with terror as he lifted her chin with his finger.
"Scared Mary?"
She didn't answer. Tears were streaming down her cheeks as she whispered hoarsly.
"Ansebeth!" The boy growled angrily. "Oh no you don't!"
It was her fault he was like this, her fault he was here. He was going to make her pay – make her feel the pain that he had suffered.
He shoved her chin even further up as he leaned in; preparing to sink has fangs deep into her throat. Just before he could bite down, though, Mary screamed at the top of her voice.
"Ansebeth!"
The boy looked up just in time to see the giant anteater running, full stride, towards him. It opened its mouth wide, displaying its hundreds of razor sharp teeth.