Thunderstorm
Disclaimer: Jo's characters... although i didn't mention any names.... but you get the idea.
The sun had just sunk into the horizon and the formerly clear blue sky was turned amazingly into the color of red and dark purple.
He saw her sitting on the grass her legs crossed, her head turned upward, her curly brown hair cascading down her back like a waterfall. As she sat there staring at the sky, her auburn eyes were glazed over and a small peaceful smile was was on her small red lips.
He stood a good few meters behind her, concealed behind a huge oak tree. He waited until the darkness consumed the sky before he crept toward her.
She was lying at her back now, half asleep. The sky was curiously dark red, sign of an impending storm. His face loomed over her, smiling insanely. Slowly he inched his face down and kissed her, brushing his lips against hers.
Her eyes shot open and she pushed him away. She scrambled backward, hitting her back against a tree. He toppled back laughing.
She could smell alchohol reeking from his skin. Terrified, she watched him stand up, walk towards her, swaying slightly. She looked around wildly, her robes were thrown over a boulder behind him. Maybe if she could dodge him quickly. She prepared to stand up but was frozen in place. She watched him reach inside his robes and produce a dagger.
He kneeled before her, dragging the sharp blade on her cheeks and down her neck. He watched silently as a thin red line magically appeared on her skin. He leaned forward and attempted to catch her lips with his but she dodge.
Growling, he grasped her cheeks with one hand. He could clearly see fear in her eyes. Her body was pulsing with it.
He never seen her this close before. Those eyes that were filled with fear right now used to taunt him mercilessly everyday. She never gave him a second look. He hated the way she made feel insignificant, the way he held herself in control and so high up when he's taunting her...yet he admired her for that.
She whimpered, his hand was shaking and the knife had sunk deeper to her skin. The blood was collecting on the hollow of her collarbone.
"I hate you."
He swiped the dagger against her throat severing her trachea. Choking, her hand reached out to her neck. He scuttled over and leaned back on the tree beside her body.
Lightning flashed, closely followed by a rumbling thunder.
"See... I'm not such a bad person. You just have to give me a chance." he whisperd to her ear.
Rain was pouring heavily now, his blonde hair plastered against his forehead.
"You cold?" he whispered again, taking the silence as yes. He wrapped his arms around her. He gently pushed her head to his neck and he stroked her hair lovingly, humming a little song, as if trying to put a baby to sleep.
a/n: morbid...... ain't it????
haha!! who would think that a cheery and bubbly person such as me could write such things... meant this to be an nc-17 fic but i kinda chickened out.... want an alternate ending?
Kitty the morbid